38. Exchange (III)
The moment she had gotten her hands free, she knew she had to work fast on her ankles. However, she was not in a position where doing so will not catch any attention.
She took a deep undetectable breath and opened her eyes a bit. With the timing, she chanced upon the warehouse door opening as a heavy green chair was brought in, along with several men hauling in some sort of machine to power it.
The leader clapped his hand in glee, his eyes lighting up at the sight of his dream torture weapon. "Wonderful! It's as beautiful as I've imagined!" He happily said as he walked over to run his hand over the material.
"Hurry up and connect it! Bring in the rest of the machines!" He ordered, quickly reminding his men to grab the remaining supplies from the truck.
He was about to follow them out of the warehouse but then remembered why the chair was brought back in the first place.
He started walking with them to exit the warehouse but he suddenly did a quick turn to see if she was still unconscious.
Mahi was thankful for her quick reflexes which enabled her to immediately close her eyes the minute she saw he was about to turn around. Her arms remained in the same position as before. From a faraway distance, she looked as if she had not moved a single inch.
But the leader felt something seemed off. He grabbed one of the subordinates he saw and pointed towards her, leaning closer to instruct him. "Go and take a good look at her. I think the b*tch is awake."
"Yes, sir." The man had started walking but then paused in his steps. "And if she's awake?"
"Knock her out or keep her in place. She's a feisty one, so use this." The leader handed him the nearest weapon he could get his hands on and it just happened to be the same butterfly knife that he was playing with earlier.
He was still unfamiliar with this subordinate because this was the first mission this newcomer had joined and he had not yet proven himself. The leader didn't trust him enough to allow the man to handle a gun, so at best, he gave him his dagger.
"Scare her with the knife, but make sure not to leave any permanent marks on her. We need that pretty little face of hers to remain unharmed. As that man still have to exchange her." With one last pat, the leader excitedly walked out of the warehouse, lured by the idea of quickly testing out his new toy.
The man eyed the useless butterfly dagger in his hand. Although the weapon was sharp and light, it was too small to do any proper damage.
Releasing an aggravated sigh, he knew it was better to just take the knife instead of complaining about it. It was only his fifth day on the job, he didn't want to be kicked out so quickly, especially when this was his first well-paid job.
Mahi wasn't able to hear the exchange but she did hear the sound of approaching footsteps. She was surprised to hear that this time around, only man was coming nearer.
It seemed the Heavens really favored her tonight after all bad things happened to her…
She waited until he was standing close enough to see the broken ropes before she suddenly pounced up, catching him by complete surprise. She quickly covered his mouth, muffling his panicked cry.
She narrowly avoided the upcoming knife attack and saw her chance of success. She kept her eyes on the entrance and saw that the warehouse was practically empty as most of them went out to collect the supplies.
Her temporary distraction gave him the chance to tackle her and he nearly flipped her over his shoulder.
'So he's a judo practitioner.' She thought to herself, immediately anticipating the moves he was about to make and quickly sidestepping them.
"Sorry about this, bud." She whispered to him as she repeatedly jammed her razor blade into strategic areas in his body. She could feel his struggle in her arms, but she didn't care anymore. At this point, it was his life or hers.
She saw crimson stains start blooming on his white shirt and her mind was flooded with memories. She blinked and within seconds, she saw red. Without warning, she continued to jab her razor blade against his skin.
Within seconds, he had collapsed onto the ground, bleeding all over the place. His bright red blood only triggered her further.
She snatched the butterfly knife from his hand and used it to quickly cut the rope tying her ankles. Right as the rope fell, she heard a whirring sound flying straight to her head. She swiftly ducked to the right.