Richard struggled hard to get out of the chair. He may have looked like a little girl, but he wasn't one. As a 50-something man, he was much stronger than he appeared.
While his main reason for getting free should have been to get away from his lunatic, the real reason was that he didn't want to let the guy touch him. Who knew whose body the guy would end up in. It could make things even worse.
"You're not gonna get out of them ropes, missy," the man said, descending the steps. Richard felt the hold that the guy thought he had over him. The girl could have been down here for days, even weeks. In all that time, it was probably easy to condition the girl to follow his orders and stay in line. But Richard was not conditioned and he wasn't that afraid of the guy. Instead, he was more afraid of the consequences of the guy touching him.
Richard struggled even harder and just as the guy with the knife stepped down on the basement floor, Richard pulled apart the ropes and stood up.
The man's eyes went wide. He was clearly shocked and confused at how a young girl could get out of those ropes, especially since she was so weak.
Richard looked around for a way to escape, but saw none. He was free from his bindings, but he was still trapped.
"Come back here, missy," the man said, twirling the knife in his hand. "Come back here or I'll cutcha."
As the man approached him, Richard frantically tried to find a way to escape and at the same time not touch the guy with the knife. Or let the guy with the knife touch him.
