47 Mackenzie
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JASON HAD TIED MY HANDS behind one of the dining chairs and covered my mouth with duct tape. Fortunately for me, he’d run out of time and hadn’t done anything about my ankles. So, when I heard him go outside, I stood up and rammed the chair against the wall a couple of times. The backrest gave away and I was able to break free and make a run for it. I hustled my a*s to the sliding glass door and managed to get it open. Unfortunately, the backyard was surrounded by a tall fence. Heart pounding, I raced over to the gate and was going to try and unlock it, when I noticed where the sliding bolt was—at eye level. With my hands still bound behind my back, I couldn’t reach it. I turned around to try and find another way out, when I heard the echo of Chase’s voice coming fr
