“Drop the knife, bitch.” Salboa commanded.
“Go to hell,” she snarled, quickly freeing her right wrist with the blade, before transferring the knife over to her other hand. Watching him carefully she cut the ropes on her legs. “Get back against the door,” she shouted, “before I castrate you, old man”
Salboa backed off scrambling for his clothes. Another noise interrupted them. “Boss, we have visitors,” shouted Raul from outside the room.
“I'll see to you later,” growled Salboa opening the door. “We have unfinished business. Raul, come and subdue this b***h, be careful she has a knife.” He turned and slammed the door.
Rose looked wildly around as she freed herself from straggles of rope. What remained of her ruined clothes were scattered on the floor. She searched desperately for somethi
