025

Erica had my hands handcuffed behind my back before she put on the television. I hated to admit it but she had carefully planned everything and no amount of miracle I could think of increased my chance of survival if shot.

This wasn’t a time to be helpless; I needed to drop Erica’s guard down, enough to dial the police or anyone then have a conversation with her so they could understand the situation I was in.

“Erica please may I have some water?” I asked as she stopped biting her nail.

“Save that for your final moments.” She said as she waited patiently for the news to say something grand.

“I really need water or I might die of dehydration before you kill me. I had some salty crackers when I came home and I haven’t taken a drink.” I requested before Erica sighed and walked away towards the kitchen.

The moment she entered, I stood up and grabbed my phone. It was difficult doing things with my hand tied behind my back but I managed to separate