Chapter 6 - The Desperate Escape
The fake police officer locked the heavy doors of the cruiser, trapping me completely inside the fast-moving vehicle.
My heart hammered violently against my ribs as the car sped rapidly away from my beloved family estate.
I desperately yanked at the locked door handles, but the heavy child safety locks were securely engaged.
The scarred hitman laughed coldly, telling me that fighting was absolutely useless because no one would ever find my body.
He thoroughly explained that Calvin had planned this flawless execution for months, perfectly timing it with my father's tragic death.
I forced myself to stop panicking and began hyper-analyzing my terrifying surroundings for any possible improvised weapon.
My hands were still handcuffed tightly behind my back, causing the cold metal to dig deeply and painfully into my wrists.
I finally felt a small, sharp piece of loose wire protruding from the highly damaged upholstery of the back seat.
I carefully maneuvered my bound hands to snap the rigid wire off entirely without alerting the singing driver.
I spent the next ten agonizing minutes blindly picking at the intricate, heavy lock of the police handcuffs.
The car turned sharply onto a completely deserted, winding mountain road surrounded by dense, terrifyingly dark forest.
The hitman hummed a cheerful, incredibly sickening tune as he drove us deeper into the isolated, dangerous wilderness.
Suddenly, the metal mechanism of the handcuffs clicked loudly, and the heavy steel restraints finally popped open.
I kept my hands securely hidden behind my back, desperately waiting for the absolute perfect moment to violently strike.
The car slowed down significantly as we approached a sharp, highly dangerous curve near a steep cliff edge.
I lunged forward with explosive speed, wrapping my bare hands tightly and aggressively around the driver's thick neck.
The hitman roared in absolute surprise, wildly thrashing his massive arms to break my desperate, suffocating chokehold.
The heavy car swerved violently across the wet asphalt, completely losing traction on the highly dangerous, slick curve.
We crashed forcefully through the wooden guardrail, sending the heavy vehicle tumbling fiercely down the steep, rocky embankment.
The world spun in a terrifying, chaotic blur of shattered glass, crushing metal, and deafening, horrific noise.
The car finally slammed into a massive oak tree at the absolute bottom of the ravine, coming to a violent halt.
I gasped desperately for air, my entire body aching with severe bruises and minor bleeding lacerations from the terrible impact.
The massive hitman was slumped completely unconscious against the deployed, smoking steering wheel airbag.
I kicked the shattered back window open and crawled desperately out of the smoking, completely ruined wreckage.
I scrambled frantically up the steep, muddy embankment, completely fueled by pure adrenaline and absolute, unforgiving rage.
I knew I absolutely had to hike all the way back to the estate before the sun finally rose.
Calvin was undoubtedly planning to demolish the garden and the bunker at the very first break of dawn.
I ran through the dark, freezing forest for hours, completely ignoring the agonizing pain radiating through my exhausted body.
I finally broke through the heavy tree line and saw the familiar, beautiful silhouette of my father's grand estate.
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My blood ran completely and utterly cold as I heard the deafening roar of heavy diesel engines starting up.
Three massive, bright yellow bulldozers were currently rolling aggressively toward my father's beautiful, priceless white rose garden.
