Chapter 130: Risky Escape
Julian screamed when my teeth began to rip into the flesh on his tongue. After a few more pushes, he was able to overpower my arm and break free. He still groaned in pain and held his mouth tightly. The trickle of blood down his chin showed how severely I’d hurt him.
For a brief moment, I felt a satisfying triumph, but it didn’t last long. The moment he looked down at me, I was reminded that the rest of me was still bound in shackles. My adrenaline was pumping so fiercely that I couldn’t even feel the pain of my dislocated thumb. My dread grew with each loud step he took towards me. I expected him to smack me across the cheek like pimps did to their disobedient hoes, but instead, he unshackled one of my ankles. *Huh?* With one hand, he yanked my leg to the side and twisted my body, revealing my ass. My confusion turned into a scream when he started smacking one of my cheeks. I lost count of how many, but it was enough to leave it cherry red and sting like it was on fire. My leg felt like it was going numb from the shocking pain that temporarily rivaled the stab wound.
Julian wiped the blood from his chin while looking down at me with a stare I’d never seen before in those gorgeous eyes, a glare that showed malicious intention. “Bad girl,” He growled the last words I expected him to say. “Never bite the hand that feeds you.” I realized he was talking to me like a dog. He didn’t touch me again, thankfully. Instead, he headed for the door. “You can lay here and think about what you’ve done to your master.”
I was left speechless when he left the room and I heard a clicking sound on the other side of the door. *Is there a lock on the other side?* The dog collar around my neck felt tighter than ever. *The bastard is underestimating me again!* I hurriedly tried to untie the rope that was wrapped around the shackle to my currently cuffed hand. My teeth grind in pain, trying to fight the discomfort and pain of putting my dislocated thumb to use, but the struggle was almost as bad as moving my stabbed thigh. *C’mon! C’mon!!* I gave a shaky sigh of relief when I finally freed the cuffs from the rope. It was far easier to untie the ropes connected to the other cuffs. *Why the fuck does he have so many?! Did he have this planned??* I wouldn’t be surprised.
*Fuck…* I hesitantly inspected my swelling thumb. I don’t have time to mess around with it. I’ll worry about it later. With heavy a heavy limp, I went to the door to investigate it. The doorknob inside wasn’t locked, so it meant there was one outside. *Fucking hell.* I pressed my ear against the carved wood, listening for any sounds. Silence. *When will Julian be back?* To think I had feelings for him. To think that I was starting to like Grace a little. I must’ve been outta my fucking mind. That or they’re both genius actors…
*I need to call for help.* I could still hear the rain pouring outside. That was proof that the roads were probably still flooded. My phone may be gone, but not every phone in the house. I recalled a landline in Gabriel’s study. *There’s no way I could call the cops… they’ll haul me off with the crazy fuckers. I need to call Mom but…* My hands trembled at the thought of what I knew I needed to do. *No, there have to be other options! Maybe I could break into one of their cars and hot-wire it? Yet again, their cars are so low to the ground that they’ll get swept away in an instant… I could run off into the woods, but I’d just end up freezing to death before Mom and Gabriel get home. FUCK.* The best but riskiest thing I could do was to sneak into Gabriel’s study.
I looked around Julian’s room for clothes so that at least I wasn’t hopping while naked, looking like an idiot. I put on one of his white t-shirts that was at least big enough to cover my body, barely touching the bandaged stab wound. My gaze traveled to the balcony, the only escape route I had. *Here fucking goes nothing…*
With hesitant limps, I went out onto the balcony and climbed on the roof. The amount I could step on was thinner over here and I had no choice but to crawl, not that it made my thigh feel any better. *If I can just make it to my room!* Thankfully, I knew which balcony was mine and I carefully crawled towards it. My knees turned a painful red from crawling on what felt like sandpaper. I bit my tongue to keep myself from making any pained noises once I was able to crawl onto the balcony. When I went for my door, the knob wouldn’t twist and it gave that familiar jiggle. *FUCK! It’s locked again?!* The only explanation was that Julian knew I would do this. Again. Breaking into my room would make enough noise that Julian would snatch me up before I even get the chance to hide.
My hand squeezed the knob tightly with my next thought. Either I’ll have to find a way to climb to the ground without slipping on this shitty rain, or I’ll have to climb over to where Gabriel’s study is and find a way to get in through the window. *If I don’t do something, then I’m fucked either way!* Doing my best to ignore the pain in my thumb and on my thigh, I climbed back onto the rough, making each movement slow and careful so that I wouldn’t make too much noise. The guessing game on where Gabriel’s study is wasn’t too hard. I’ve lived here long enough.
Gabriel’s office doors opened at least like a door. *Maybe if I kick it hard enough? It looked old enough to be weak. But what if they hear? Fuuuuck…* I lowered myself down in an attempt to kick the window open, but that single kick made the study’s doorknob jiggle and twist.
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