Psychopath

I just wished I could watch how everything went down. Too bad.

Noises of gunshots filled the air along with glasses smashing and wood breaking. It went on for like twenty minutes, then there was silence. Then voices but I couldn’t make out who they belonged to or what was being said.

Was I so bad at untying knots or the idiot that did this was very good? I pulled at the rope frantically, I’d given up on untying it, maybe if I could pull my hands out or just one hand, I could move with the second hand. I pulled until it felt like my wrist would disconnect from my hands. The pain made me stop.

I took a deep breath and tried again. This time I didn’t stop, finally I felt my left foot, although it hurt like hell.

I looked around for a weapon that could be useful. I found nothing, I moved slowly towards the door, no one was in sight but I saw a gun on the floor not too far off, I prayed it was loaded.

Just as I wanted to place my hands on the gun a leg came and kicked it away. It was one o