Voices. Rough and agitated.

Was that Japanese I was hearing?

Opening the only eye that wasn’t swollen shut, I analyzed the scene. The ropes that tied my hands and feet to the chair were braided with nylon making them impossible to break.

These guys were obviously minorly intelligent as they had bolted my chair to the ground.

From what I could hear, I was in an open space with 6 men on every side. From the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of the gun strapped around on of the guys’ neck. It was a basic assault rifle, holding around 10 rounds. This was so cliche I could laugh.

I knew in about 30 seconds, one of the men would notice I was awake, then the interrogating would begin. Judging by the man I had been pursuing before this all went down, they would start with my fingers. That way, I could still communicate the information they were searching for. Remembering my perfectly manicured nails, along with the beautiful pearl acrylics I had just gotten, a plan of escape began to form.

And so it went like this:

As soon as they realized I was awake, I began my attack on the idiot who decided to place his pathetic knife under my chin.

Lunging as far as my restraints would allow, I turned my head around the sharp blade and bit the man’s exposed wrist. It was done in such a way that his knife dropped behind my back, right into my eager hands.

Within seconds I had sliced through the ropes entangling my hands and had reached up to grab the back of the man’s neck to bring him down. Ramming my palm into his throat, I brought him to his knees. I then put the

weapon he had just given me to use.

Getting rid of the rest of them was easy, since like most criminals, they didn’t have much going on inside their skulls.

It only took a minute total to ensure that I was the only breathing body in the room, which was honestly a bit longer than usual.

But hey, I managed to do it without breaking a single nail.

Sounds like a win to me.