There are parked cars farther down the road, and I try to figure out how I'm going to play this vile game. I need to somehow get my wrists free, knock the bastard out, and steal his car. I have no chance of figuring out how to find my way back to Kilian's estate, but if I can get back to my shithole apartment, I can find my phone to call him, and he'll be there within seconds. I don't know how, but I trust that he will.
My feet stumble against the uneven ground, and when he pulls me again, my knees give out, twisting my ankle in these ridiculous heels and dropping heavily to the ground.
My knees become embedded with gravel, and I cry out in pain as he finally stops, the sudden drop tearing the rope out of his hands.
I barely have a moment to catch myself on my sore palms before he kicks me in the ribs. "Get the fuck up, bitch."
