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Word Assassin
Darian guided her hand to the rusted metal links. He studied her fingernails, the bump of her knuckles, and skin bleached white from the moonlight. "Sorry if I poked you with my claws." Darian said. He kept staring at up past the stains on the ceiling. He choose not to contemplate the specks dried blood across the plaster. Darian wrapped the excess chain around his left hand and tugged with Avaline. The metal leaned towards the excess of weight and made a sound like yawning as it dented. Iron ovals broke off and Darian fell towards Avaline and Shawn. He dropped to one knee and lifted his left hand out. The broken chain-link slithered like a whip behind him.
"Oh, that feels so much better." He pushed the ring still attached to his wrist further up his forearm. Darian ground his tennis shoes in the stone and pulled on his other restraint. "I can undo your and Shawn's next." Darian promised. "Then we can get the hell out of here before whatever's up there shows up."
"Oh, that feels so much better." He pushed the ring still attached to his wrist further up his forearm. Darian ground his tennis shoes in the stone and pulled on his other restraint. "I can undo your and Shawn's next." Darian promised. "Then we can get the hell out of here before whatever's up there shows up."