Nova Grace

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I don't know which is worse, the sound of Rune choking after Allan throws the bloodied knife on the ground, or Allan and his buddies laughing at the expense of my brother's pain. A sob bursts out of my throat, Rune can't even look at me. He's gasping, probably unable to breathe enough air through the gag. 

"Now, my little bird, you're gonna help me film a little tape for your dear father and brothers huh? unless you want me to go back to your twin and carve out his heart" Allan says, taking me by the arm and dragging me to my feet

Rune makes a protesting noise, but it sounds weak. His eyes are swollen and the tears soak his cheeks, the fabric in his mouth is soaked with them

The men beside him grab him so he can't come after me as Allan opens a heavy door and pulls me into de warehouse. A lone chair is ready for me, in front of a camera and lit by a single lightbulb 

He throws me into the chair, binding my hands to it with rope

"We're gonna send your dad a tape, tell him where you are so he and his boy band come looking for you, it'll be a different location of course, I'll even show you their last moments as I make them surrender to me" he says, tightening the rope on my wrists 

I take a second to pray to whoever is listening that whatever training my family gave me works in this moment as I loop my ankles to the back of his knees and throw all my weight back, bringing him with me 

Allan grunts but he was so deep into his bloodlust that he was distracted enough for me to act quick. We fall backwards, the chair breaking under me and him falling on top of me. A wooden shard imbeds itself onto my side and I cry out. Allan's weight making it go deeper, he tries to get up but the rope between my wrists is already wrapped around his neck

I let him move back until I can scoot sideways so he isn't crushing my lungs, but quickly bringing my wrists to my chest, his head coming with them thanks to the rope 

Allan tries but fails to call out to the others, his face is getting redder by the second but I know I won't be able to hold on much longer 

Fuck

Fuck

Fuck

I didn't think this through, I didn't think far enough I just acted. My strength starts to give out, the asshole feels it. He digs his elbow onto my bleeding side over and over but I don't budge. I whimper but manage not to scream so the others don't hear us, the sound of the burning car masking any sound we've made

My hold is sloppy now, loose enough that Allan starts talking in between gasps "I'm go-nna fuck that f-face up and send a souvenir to your bro-thers, you bitch"

He rears his head back, hitting me on the nose. If you've ever faceplanted nose first, you know the pain of injuring it is unbearable. It makes me slump back, Allan quickly takes advantage of it, grabbing the rope and pulling me with it

He stands up and throws me into the wall, pressing me against it, my wrists held tight in his hands between our bodies

But I'm not ready to give up yet, I use my bodyweight to fall down, destabilizing him. He grunts with my weight and as I crouch eye level to his crotch...I do something I hope to never ever have to do again. I'll tell myself for the rest of my life that I had no choice as I locate his bulge -- because fighting girls gives him a hard on apparently -- and bite. Hard. 

This time he screams loudly. He lets go of my wrists immediately and I don't waste any time. I grab one of the broken shards of wood, the one stained with my blood, and slam it onto the back of his thigh. Of course, I'm not very lucky