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•The blinders exchanged dangerous glances, uncertain how to respond to my brazen challenge. Finn's expression hardened, a flicker of defiance flashing in his eyes as he stepped forward, his demeanor tinged with a hint of apprehension.
Finn: "Careful what you wish for. *warned, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down my spine* You might just get more than you bargained for."
But I remained undeterred, my smirk widening into a predatory grin as I met Finn's gaze head-on.
Ella: "I fear nothing. *proclaimed, my voice echoing with a manic fervor* Least of all, you."
With that, I leaned back in my chair as I waited for Finn to make his move. For in that moment, I knew that the game had only just begun-and I was more than ready to play.
Finn's jaw clenched as he regarded me with a mixture of apprehension and defiance.
Finn: "You're playing with fire, Ella, *warned, his voice a low, menacing growl* but if that's what you want, then so be it."
As Finn approached me, his eyes locked onto mine with an intensity. I held his gaze, refusing to look away, even as he reached out and released the straps of my straitjacket one by one.
The sound of the buckles coming undone echoed in the silence of the room, a symphony of liberation that filled me with a rush of exhilaration. With each restraint removed, I felt the weight of my confinement lift, the ache in my bones easing as I regained control of my body.
Finn's touch was surprisingly gentle as he freed me from my prison, his fingers lingering on my skin for a moment longer than necessary. There was a flicker of something in his eyes-compassion, perhaps, or maybe something more elusive-as he met my gaze with a silent understanding.
As the last strap fell away, I stood before him, unbound and unrestrained, a testament to the resilience of the human spirit. And as I faced Finn, a newfound sense of freedom coursing through my veins, I knew that despite the trials that lay ahead, I was ready to embrace whatever fate had in store for me.
With a swift and silent motion, I withdrew another knife concealed beneath my shirt, the cool steel pressing against my skin as I moved with purpose towards the door. Ignoring the bewildered gazes of the Shelby family, I focused solely on my escape, my mind consumed by a single-minded determination to break free from the confines of this asylum.
As I reached the door, I spared not a single glance back at the Shelby family, their presence fading into the periphery of my vision as I pushed open the heavy metal door and stepped out into the unknown.
