Central International Airport This choice: She scoots up to the machine and holds her wrist up to it to break free. • Go Back...Chapter #7She scoots up to the machine and holds her wris... by: Stumpy Jessica quickly took in the situation. Dusty warehouse; aging machinery; empty flour sacks and rodent droppings on the floor. Bakery. Kidnapped. Of course the ropes around her wrists and ankles were also a dead giveaway.
Her head still pounding from the sedative, Jessica heaved herself sideways, toward the slicing machine. The chair scraped a noisy inch. She winced, the sound driving a sharp spike through her skull. Two more feet. This was going to hurt. She lurched sideways again. Her head stabbed again. Ouch. She stopped, letting her head settle and listening in case anyone had heard. There were rodents scratching in the walls, but no sign of people. Better make the most of the opportunity then. Lurch, scrape, stab. Lurch, scrape, stab.
It took 17 agonising lurches to get close enough to the bread slicer to get her ropes to the blade. Getting the ropes moving across the blade was no easy feat either, but after a couple of minutes struggle she was free. She rubbed her wrists and ankles to get the circulation flowing again and looked around. At one end of the warehouse was a large freight door, with a smaller access door cut into it at ground level. At the other end there were two doors; one marked EXIT in large green letters, the other marked OFFICE.
Still rubbing her wrists, she headed for the door.
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