Suddenly, the lights flickered on and the woman’s hair fell from her face as she moved in her sleep. When the woman rolled around, I suddenly recognized the woman as my beautiful wife. I wondered why my captors brought in my wife and what …show more content…
The rope, although thick and untieable, could possibly be cut with the spike through my wife. I determined that it was possible to cut the rope in the short time it would take for the spike to reach me. Quickly, I tugged the rope with my hands and sawed it along the bloody spike. By now, the screams had stopped and my wife was dead. The rope became a bloody mess. I could not bear to look up and see my wife’s torturous expression on her face, but I had to continue cutting the rope. Seconds turned into minutes, and minutes turned into hours. The rope slowly loosened until there was no more but a few strands holding it together. The spike began to graze my back. It then went through the first layer of my skin. But I didn’t stop sawing, as freedom was so close in sight. At last, when the final strand was broken, I collapsed from exhaustion and rolled away from the spike. I had escaped another death trap, but I did not save my wife. The pain, both physical and emotional, was too much for me. I fell into a deep