Reason #9: I tend to overthink a lot but you're always there to anchor me down 

God, no. Please.

My body trembled, my face threatening to crack its blank visage at the thought of failure. I sacrificed my mouth for God's sake. I can't believe that that wasn't enough. Shit. Come on. Don't clam up. Don't clam up. 

"You thought I wouldn't notice what that pretty little head was thinking?" He snickered, his breath fanning my reddening cheeks. "Baby, don't even think that you could get away with anything. I can read you like an open book." I flinched when I felt his hand crawl up my left arm.

Oh God. 

His fingers pressing down hard on my skin, his nails scratching my tender flesh. My body struggling to stay calm and blank even when I was wildly panicking inside. Seriously, just get on with it.

"I can't believe you'd even think I wouldn't notice." His hand tightened around my own, his nails digging into my skin. I scowled at the pain, my blood sliding down the skin. His face menacing in its own right as he continued his tirade.

"You wanted to get this key, right?" 

Key? What key?

I raised my brow in confusion, my insides screaming. My eyes raised to my arm, darting to the hand that was grazing the key found on the lock. 

That was what he meant?! God! Don't be so misleading you son of a bitch!

"To think I trusted you enough with this little trinket." He released his deathly grip on my wrist and trailed upwards to attach the chain right back on my arm before locking it into its place. He retreated then dangled the chain holding the said key.

"Baby, this ain't happening again. Alright?" He quickly pulled back and disappeared into the door from which he used. A breath I kept in escaped my lips, my body deflated at the relief I felt. I couldn't believe I was this close to cracking up. I could have freaked out over the wrong reason and he would have noticed I took his knife. 

I calmed down when I couldn't hear footsteps or floorboards creaking anymore. A smile cracked itself on my lips, my eyes closing in the tiresome feelings swimming inside me. My God. I had never been so tired in my life.

Yeah. Right. 

Scratch that, I have felt more tired than this, if I counted Rei's rigorous nightly 'exercises'. But this, this is impossible. It was more emotional than physical. My eyes strained at the light entering them, taking deep breaths I felt myself lighten. My throat still hurt and the taste still pushed me into vomitting, but all in all, I was ready and raring to go.

Time to move.

I shrugged my left shoulder, grimacing at the icy surface of the metal object. Slowly, I pushed the object closer to my head. My neck craning to the left gave me a feeling of a stiff neck coming. The knife edging closer to my lips. It was hard, I tell you. It's like doing a gymnast split but with your neck. Wrap it up in one word, it would spell 'danger'.

"Just a little more." I whispered, my neck straining itself. "Come on. Come to papa, baby."

I felt stupid talking to the damn thing as if it was one of my kids. But it kept my lips busy so I didn't mind so much. 

"There we go." My mouth opening itself and clamping down on the hard metal. I tilted my head, trying to get more of the object in my mouth.

Why do I have to stuff so many different things in my mouth today? What is up with my luck?

I made sure I had a tight grip on the knife, ignoring the strings of saliva sliding down my lips. It was disgusting but I had to do it. When I was positive it was a good enough grip, I raised my head and inched closer to my right hand.

Painfully, I succeeded in getting it on my right hand, dropping my head on the bed with a loud thud. It was hard, really hard. But it didn't end there. The level of difficulty increasing when I tried to take out the metal saw. 

Damn Kaoru for having such a sophisticated knife. 

I twisted and flicked at the sharp edge, cutting my finger a bit as I positioned it near the chain. Thanking all the gods above for Kaoru's choice of chains. It was thin enough to cut it and I have never been so glad of thinking this up.

If I'm not hailed as a hero after all this shit, I will personally arrange my funeral.

I grunted, groaned and hissed at the numerous failed attempts. The wounds on my wrist increasing, the chains biting my skin. I was in so much pain but I know I'll pull through. The mini saw going back and forth, steadying a rhythm I had finally gotten a hold of.

"Just a little more." Huffs of breath came out of my mouth, frustration building in the pit of my stomach. It was taking longer than I thought and I was starting to get paranoid. Thoughts of Kaoru entering the room and catching me redhanded made me unsettled.

"To all the Gods up there, please listen to me. Help me escape. Help me get through this." My hand frantically sawing the chain. "I have kids to go back to. I have a husband I love so much that wants to have more kids. I have a brother who's finally showing his human side." Unconciously, a tear escaped my eye but I refused to lose the fight to keep the tears in.

Clack!

My heart stopped at the sound of the metal, my head immediately pushing my right arm to jerk forward. My body immediately complied and I found myself staring at my right hand. My laugh ringing the room, a snort here and there.

 "Yes." I closed my hand and opened it once again, a movement reminding me of the open-close game I play with my kids. I couldn't be even happier.

I smiled, triumphant in my conquest. I was so proud of myself that I couldn't get the smile off my face. I gripped the saw in my hand, turning my head to the left. A thought came rushing through my head:

Next, the left hand and legs.

My eyes shining with enthusiasm, as well as a glint of death swirling in my eyes. A death of a certain two-faced monster.

Then, Kaoru's death.