I am so embarrassed to be exposed to this bastard. I see him pull some more cuffs and I know those are for my feet. I can't let him get those on. If he succeeds I'll be completely helpless and will have no chance at escape. I cannot let him do that. He makes some sick comment about me and I cringe at the thought.
Still dangling the cuffs, he begins to move towards my prepped legs. He carefully reaches towards one and I let out a powerful kick, connecting with his arm. He jumps back in shock. I guess he underestimated my hatred for him.
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Why do people with closed minds always have open mouths?
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