Agony tore through Nnenna's body, but she refused to let it end here. Her legs felt like dead weight, but her upper body still obeyed her will. Cynthia raised the knife again, wild eyed, but Nnenna's hand shot up with lightning speed.
With a sharp twist of her wrist, she trapped Cynthia's arm, yanked it forward, and slammed her palm into the base of Cynthia's chin, a precise martial art strike meant to overload the brain with shock. Cynthia's eyes rolled back, and she crumpled to the floor unconscious, the knife clattering away.
Nnenna's breathing was ragged, her vision blurring at the edges. The stabbing pain in her lower back spread like fire, draining her strength with every second. She bit down hard on her tongue, coppery blood filling her mouth, forcing herself to stay awake.
Her hand fumbled for her phone, slick with sweat. She unlocked it, the screen glowing faintly in the dim room. No time to think, she tapped the first number on her recent contacts list.
