Lief and Punching

Presents day-

The sound of blood dropping on the cold floor was making me angrier. I took my handkerchief and pressed her wound which I gave her which were bleeding, I was sure they were aching like hell. Her face was clean again, her cuts were looking clear.

Punch, punch, punch. I gave her three punches in a row. Again. Her left side of face was swell. Her hands were tied which she was trying to untie them. We were on a bridge, railway bridge. Why are you back? I said in deep voice. She took a minute or two, It’s all about trust, she said while licking the blood on her lips I can help you and you know that, I felt emotional in my heart while saying it Wh... why should I, why should I believe you, she said with a shrivelled voice BECAUSE I AM YOUR BEST CHANCE OF STAYING ALIVE. I said You really don’t know what you are about to go through, do you? She said I went near her bleeding lips, wiped them a little and said ‘oh dear I think I definitely know ‘ I took out the flask I had in my pocket, it was mildly filled with scotch, I gave a sip to her, Why are you doing this, and who SENT you, FBI, INTERPOL, HUNTDOWN TROOP, OR KEULOM SENT YOU, she was in fear after saying KEULOM, she got the power after the scotch made its way under her throat.

I stayed silent, The chair which she was sitting on was of wood, weak but effective (uncomfortable for sitting). Her hands were tied behind the chair. she used the thrust of her legs to lift the chair in the air and hit the leg of chair to my head and she fell down from the bridge. But I only showed her what she was supposed to see. But main rope wasn’t for her hand but for chair and the mistake she did was she took chair too. And now when I see down, she was hanging mid-air with the chair. I jumped on her chair with full of my force, the force, rope couldn’t bear and we both were then falling down on ice/water. Splash…

TO BE CONTINUED...