I heard the sounds of people reminiscing downstairs and immediately realized it was a golden opportunity to break free.
While those downstairs were chatting, I struggled to sit up straight. With my hands and feet both tied, I had to try my best to maintain balance, shifting bit by bit.
I also had to avoid making any noise in case the people downstairs noticed me.
Luckily, this was a village house, not well-decorated inside. The walls hadn't even been painted; bare chunks of cement were exposed.
Using all my strength until sweat dripped from my forehead, I finally managed to move to the corner of the room. Immediately, I turned my back to try and feel the rope around my hands.
The moment I moved, a heart-piercing pain shot through me.
The ropes were tied too tightly, and as I rubbed against them, I would accidentally graze my wrists. I bit down hard on my teeth, not making a sound, constantly speeding up my hand movements.