Chapter 7

But wasn't that the goal? To not die? She pushed the voice of reasoning out of her head; _even dying was better than this_

Hardening her heart and mind, she began to pull away from him, slowly and sneakily trying to make as little movement as possible. She was making progress, and soon, she was out of his elbow.

His hand still lay straight on her. She looked at his face and sighed. He wasn't disturbed. The alcohol must have knocked him down like a dummy.

She tried lifting his hands off her, but with each gentle push, she was more convinced that his body was made of iron. Solid iron

She glanced back. This time, his brows furrowed. She swallowed in anxiety and had a rethink. What if she got caught? He could kill her, which he had in mind before deciding torture was best.

But then... Fuck it. She picked up her bravery again.

She continued sneaking out of his hold until only his fingertips touched her. She blinked in relief, but then he stretched and wrapped