56 Dream

"No matter what happens, just run...Don't ever look back." His words came as harsh and fierce, it was not a plea but an order.

His heavily tied wrists searched my hands that were tightly bound in front of me with a rope, his fingers moved forcefully against the rope, cutting it with a piece of broken glass he managed to retrieve on the ground.

It was dangerously dark, the pale moonlight loomed over the horizon watching the terrifying scene unfold as we kneel on the ground, grabbing the opportunity to escape while the villains are away. The trees surrounding the area don't look like trees but gigantic monsters against the streak of pale moonlight.

He impatiently struggled to brush the shard against the rope, muttering unintelligent curses under his breath,

unmindful that his fingers were now bleeding from the exertion.