NovelEnglishWhen the kidnapper cback from the bathroom, Winston clutched the shard of glass in his hand without flinching.
He did everything he could to minimize his presence.
With his hands tied behind his back, as long as the man didn't walk behind him, he wouldn't notice Winston's attempt to break free.
Luckily, the kidnapper seemed to be losing interest.
Maybe he was planning to rest a bit before calling Winston's parents again to demand ransom.
The tall man sat directly across from Winston, eyes half-lidded, pretending to relax.
Winston knew-this was his best chance.
He quickened his movements, trying to slice through the coarse rope binding his wrists.
Finally- The rope gave way with a sudden snap! It loosened all at once, slipping from his wrists.
Winston breathed a silent sigh of relief.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHis hands were free-but his legs were still bound.
And with his legs tied, there was no way he could run.
Still, Winston didn't move. He remained in the sposition, hands perfectly still- Because he knew the man in front of him wasn't fully asleep. Not yet.
One wrong move now would be the sas signing his death certificate.
This was when he needed patience more than anything.
He waited in silence.
Then, when the man's breathing deepened-slow and steady-Winston realized: he's finally asleep.
Now.
He gripped the shard tighter and began slicing at the rope around his ankles.
The knots were pulled so tight they were impossible to undo by hand-glass was the only way.
His hands moved fast, full of urgency and focus.
All the while, he kept glancing up, watching for any signs of the man waking.
The glass bit into his skin-sharp and merciless.
1/3 Chapter 375 Escape from the Monster's Clutches Blood welled up instantly, pain flaring in his fingers- But Winston gritted his teeth, never making a sound, never slowing down.
Driven by sheer willpower, he finally managed to cut the rope around his legs.
That moment-he didn't hesitate.
Winston bolted.
He tore away from the kidnapper and ran like his life depended on it-because it did.
As long as he ran fast enough, stayed out of reach, there was hope. There was a future.
But- It didn't take long for the towering kidnapper to wake up and give chase.
He shouted after Winston, swearing and sprinting, fury in his every step.
Winston hadn't expected him to wake so soon.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe felt the heat of that rage behind him, and the thought of being caught- It would be hell.
The boy clenched his jaw, heart pounding with adrenaline and fear, and pushed himself harder than ever before.
He ran faster than he'd ever imagined possible-like the wind, like a streak arhanthe windt of lightning, without looking back.
When Winston finally snapped back to awareness, he realized he'd charged straight into a forest.
Tall trees loomed in every direction.
The dense canopy above blocked out the sun, shrouding everything in 'shadow.
It was hard to see anything clearly-let alone where he was stepping.
He had been running on instinct, unaware that he'd wandered into a maze of trees.
Directionless. Lost.
But so was the kidnapper.
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Reading this far, Jean felt like she was right there with Winston then heart was racing breath she hadn't realized she was holding. ». She let out a Jean: "No matter what, he got away. That was intense-so thrilling!"
Jean: "But wait, how do you know all of this in such detail? e Alb those little things... Were you there too?"
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