They’d been having an okay enough conversation. What caused his mood to sour? Maybe a deal wasn’t going his way. Or perhaps whoever was supposed to come and finish the job was running late. Mike always said that criminals were bad at keeping time. It could be the same guy who tried to shoot Mike. He’d missed, after all.
Lynn decided that she didn’t have enough time or leverage to befriend Lenny. She had to go to Plan B: making a run for it.
The tape around her wrists wasn’t that strong. Lenny had gotten lazy the last time he put it on, and while he had wrapped the tape, she made sure to keep a gap between her wrists.
She could use that space to her advantage. Lynn started the long process of flexing and twisting the tape until she was able to slip one of her hands out.
Next, she was able to easily remove the tape from her ankles. That was a relief. Her knees were starting to ache terribly. All she had to do now was figure out how to make a run for it.
Should she attack Lenny first?
No, he was much bigger than her. There weren’t any weapons in the bathroom.
Or were there?
She quietly dug around under the sink. At first glance, there was nothing but shampoo bottles and extra toilet paper, but in the back she found a small red fire extinguisher.
It was covered in dust, but she could’ve kissed the thing. It had expired years ago, yet it would still serve a purpose for her. All she needed was one good whack.
Lynn tried to calm her mind. She only had one chance to do this. Then she would run. Into the forest, maybe?
No, she might very well die out there. She had to run to the road. That was her only chance. Maybe she could outrun Lenny, maybe she couldn’t. But she had to try.
Lynn slipped out of her shoes – they’d only slow her down – and tucked them into the corner of the room.
She was about to open the door when she heard Lenny’s voice on the other side. “You’re too quiet in there. Are you still alive?”
Like he cared. She quietly snuck into the shower and pulled the curtain closed.
“Hey!” he said. “What’re you doing in there?”
She stood, holding the extinguisher above her head with shaking hands.
Click. The door opened. Lenny walked into view.
It happened in slow motion, and she saw it all clearly. Lynn clocked him in the head with one swift hit, and he yelled.
He moved far enough out of the way that she could run past him. She didn’t stop to look back, reaching the front door before she even heard him coming after her.
Lynn didn’t turn around to check how close he was. Her instincts screamed that if she didn’t get away now, she never would.
She tore down the rocky driveway in her bare feet, impervious to the pain. She told herself to keep running, as fast as she could, as fast as her feet could carry her.
Bam.
A force hit her from behind and sent her crashing down. It was Lenny. He’d thrown his entire body onto her.
She was completely pinned. All she could do was scream.
“You think you can just run away from me?” he yelled, picking her up like a sack of flour and throwing her over his shoulder.
She screamed as loud as she could, pounding her fists on his back, trying to get out of his grasp, but it was no use. He was a foot taller than her, way heavier than her, and running on pure rage.
She didn’t have a chance.
Back in the cabin, he threw her onto the floor, slammed the door shut, and pulled a gun from his jacket. “You think this is funny? You think this is a game?”
She put her hands up. “I’m sorry, I was scared, I didn’t – ”
