(Cont from pt 3)
Quickly untying his belt I bound his hands behind his back and taking off his sneakers and socks, I tied his ankles with the latter, then taking a towel that was laying on the table expertly gagged him!
When finished I stood back to admire my handiwork, I would have made any packaging company proud, thanks to my pathfinder training! I was plummeted back to earth with the sounds of approaching footsteps, hurriedly taking my defence rod I made a fast retreat to one of the dark corners and waited…as the man drew closer to where I stood he seemed to hesitate a little, he must have heard my heartbeat which was beating a signal of its own and was very deafening to my own ears, but he continued in the same steadied pace, he passed me and instinctively looked back…directly at me! Shock retrospected on his face and even as it made way for dismay I was bringing my arms around with all of the hurt and fear pented up inside of me in a swing which would have made Babe Ruth proud!!!
As it connected with his hip, I heard something cracked and from his mouth came the most horrendous sound I ever heard uttered by a human. As he fell to the floor, he grabbed my hand and pulled me into him where he wrapped his arm around my neck and proceeded to choke me. I felt my life slipping away as my strength was slowly being squeezed out of my body and for one split second became so enraged to think that he was still going to accomplished killing me that the little strength left in me surged to triple-fold as I pulled my left elbow in front of me and rammed it into his already, I think shattered….hip, he let out a sharp bellowing sound and let go of my neck.
I rolled away gasping for breath, taking in big gulps of air to feed my starved lungs. He was strong, that much I gave him credit….because he made a plunge for me and had I not rolled away would definitely had crushed all my bones in my body!
Scrambling shakily to my feet and grabbing my piece of wood I braced myself as he tried to stand, a look of pure hatred registered in his eyes and he tried to pull something out of his pocket…I didn’t give him the time of day, for I swung my defence rod in a last desperate attempt at life and freedom…to his dismay and my delight I heard bone shattered, this time his left leg that he was trying to stand on, he fell with a heavy thud and I delivered one more whack to his back as he lay there motionless.
Trembling with fear and exhaustion I stood breathing deeply for a moment when suddenly the door was thrust open from the outside! I turned wood in hand wide-eyed with fear, drenched in sweat, coated with fatigue, barely able to stand, a refugee in the sea of despair and loneliness to face whatever was coming now, do or die, when realization dawned on me like a cool refreshing balm of peace that there in the doorway were my father, my sister Cheyenne, Tiny and a couple of police officers. Dropping to my knees and thanking God, I let a momentary flood of His grace flow through me and relished in His strength before giving my statement to the officers and showing them the man tied up in the kitchen and basking in a moment of praise from them at what I had accomplished, also thanking Tiny and hugging my father and sister, I suddenly remembered with horror that I never did gave the woman the water!! I rushed into the room, a police officer was helping her, apparently she had fainted after I had left the room and knew nothing of the events that took place. I thanked Tiny once again for the part he had played in helping me escape and apologized for having had doubts about him and left with my sibling, Cheyenne and our father for home and a very long bath and some good home cooked food until……
The Adventure on Skull Bone Island….