They both left Alice after that. They didn't say what they were going to do with her, and she didn't want to stay and find out. Her wrists were handcuffed behind the chair. There were at least two options out of this: Break the chair, or use the bobby pin to unlock them. the first option was loud, the second took quite a bit of concentration and time. She didn't know how much time she had, but she would rather not be loud. She took the bobby pin she kept hidden on her coat sleeve - they were both black - and after a little bit of tedious effort she heard it unlock. it slipped off one wrist.

Now for her legs. that was Rope. She stretched her arms out in front of her, frowning and looking around for a knife. There were loads. She began to scooch herself and the chair towards the counter that had the knife block.

SCCCRRRREEEEEECH- the floor was marble - SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEECH - The chair was metal -
S C R E E E E E E E E E E E E E  E E E E E E E E E E C H! - the chair and floor both hated her guts and wanted her to die! she was finally at the counter, she reached across and reaching for the biggest knife -- her fingers just brushed the handle. Crud. She settled for a smaller knife and began the tedious and infuriating back-and-forth movements, watching the rope fray.
So.

Frigging.

S l o o o o o o o o o o o o o o w l y.

At last one leg was done. she began on the other leg, moving faster in anxious fear. come on! she thought; come on come on come on come on come on! Finally! it cut and the rope fell away. She got up, clutching her knife and went to the door - just as the handle turned...

A/N

a little chapter to get the story going. sorry it's taking me so long to move on in this story, I'm doing a lot of work on the other one.

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