Hanna
I pushed against the straps and relaxed over and over for thirty minutes. I felt them loosen. Still tight. But manageable. I could do this. We were taught this, if ever tied, you can loosen the rope or, in this case, straps by taking deep breaths and trying your hardest to strain against your bindings. It will eventually loosen.
“Hanna. I have to pee.”
“Just go.”
“What?” Kyra squeaked, which made me chuckle. Even in our situation, she’s a breath of fresh air. I really liked her. She hasn’t freaked out like a lot of women would have done. It helps not having her hysterical.
“Just go, I won’t judge.”
“I don’t think I can. I’ll just wait until one of them comes back and I’ll beg. I’ll play pitiful and helpless and then, once I’ve peed, I’ll attack.”
I smiled, she had guts
