Page 47 of Dark Prince

“Gross.” I can actually hear the yucky shiver in his voice.

“Awe, that’s too bad, I love marking my spot. Let’s people know where I’ve been.” I laugh, but they don't seem to think it's funny.

“Don't be disgusting Cordelia, it doesn’t-”

“You know absolutely nothing about me, old man.” I sigh, “I rolled my eyes, but you can’t see that because I’mBLINDFOLDED!” I shout at them. At this point I'm assuming the older not so gentleman is Paul, my gracious grandfather.

“And you'll stay blindfolded and bound until you can be trusted and after we find out if you're actually my granddaughter or not.” Oh, heismy long lost grandaddy. Cheers mate, I'm about to pluck your eyes out for taking me. Little choppity chop soupy bits. I bet I could make that a song.

“What are you smiling about?” The younger one asks.

“I was just thinking about soup and singing.”

“She's insane.”

“Oh, say that to my face!” I try to fight out of the binds again feeling a small slip against my wrist. “Just so you know, when I get my hands free, I will kill all of you.”

Their laugh seems to get further away until I hear a door shut, leaving me all by my lonesome, oh no, what ever shall I do?

Fucking with the binds, I realize I can slip my hand out, if only I didn't have thumbs or if I had something to cut with. With the limited space, I crack my hand against the chair, trying to flatten my hand a little better, but it doesn't work, there's not enough room. I could knock myself over, fall on my hand and possibly break it to pull it free, but that'll take some heavy healing and I'd have to fall just right. It's not like this is a movie where I can just make shit happen with CGI magic.

Using my toes, I lean the chair back a little to test the way it moves, feels wooden, so that's a plus. It'll be easier to break than a metal chair. Using my weight I rock the chair back and forth to see the quality of it, is there any give? Do I have enough space and slack to leverage the chair?

This is going to hurt.

I take a deep breath, use all of my weight and rock forward onto my toes so I'm sort of standing.

“Fuck yes!” I grunt out, trying to not alert my captors, then again for all I know there's one in here, so I need to work quickly. With as much force as I can manage, I jump into the air and slam the chair to the ground.

Ouch.

Fuck my life.

The chair broke and all, but I'm almost certain I just broke a finger nail. Assholes.

I fight the binds off, freeing myself from the chair and rip the blindfold off, blinking and squinting from the obnoxious bright light shining at me. Using my leg, I kick the bottom of the lamp thing and knock it over, hearing the metal clank and the glass break.

When the light is gone, I pop up to my feet and prepare myself for a fight. I'm going to kill every single ass-faced dickbag in this place, light it on fire, then I'll dance on the ashes of their remains.

Looking down at my broken fingernail I growl, I could have handled a broken finger or anything, but I just got these nails done. Dammit. What a waste. Shrugging I stand up and dust myself off, cracking my neck to prepare to kill me some mother fuckers.

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