Stuck in you

Jack kicked the man hard. He dropped onto the floor, writhing in pain.

Seeing this, Rachel was overcome with emotion. Jack approached, bent down, and removed the tape which covered her mouth.

Both of her hands were tied behind her back. With a straight face, Jack carefully but swiftly removed the shoelaces that bound her.

When the laces were removed, an overwhelming feeling of relief came over her. Her eyes welled up with tears.

She felt so lucky. Jack had come just in time.

She remembered how terrified she had been when the three men had said that they would leave her here to die.

She thought about the horrible reality of being thrown away like garbage and with no one knowing where she was.

After successfully freeing her, Jack helped her to her feet. Rachel croaked, "Thank you."

In a low voice, he said, "Seriously? Why so formal with me?"

Rachel opened her mouth and looked up only to find his sour face. He put his arm around her waist, and together, they walked toward Michael. That was when he noticed that something was wrong with her feet.

Frowning, he asked, "What's the matter with your feet?"

Rachel tried to rotate one foot, and a sharp pain shot up her body. It turned out that she had sprained her ankle.

Determined not to be a burden, she clenched her teeth and tried to move her foot again. It hurt even more than it had moments ago.

Awkwardly, she explained, "I think I sprained my ankle. It hurts too much. I can't walk."

Michael kicked the man who was on the floor. When he was sure that the man was unconscious, he turned his head. He saw Jack putting Rachel's arm around his neck and then carrying her with both arms.

Although he knew that it was inappropriate at the moment, Michael couldn't help but let out a loud whistle.

'That's my bro. Way to go, Jack!' he thought.

"Let's go," Jack said.

"Are we going back the way we came?" Michael asked.

Jack replied, "That's our only way out. The gate is locked."

He had found out, while they had been searching for Rachel, that there was no way to open the gate.

"Let's go downstairs first."

three assailants on the floor. Jack, still carrying Rachel,

only been burning up to the door of the banquet hall. Now, after the short moment that they had spent upstairs, everything on the

smoke billowed around them. All the curtains that had been on the windows had burned and fallen down,

flames. Choking on the smoke, Michael fell back in shock. Coughing, he yelled, "Damn it! What the

on Jack and said

back cautiously before setting her down and letting her stand on her feet. Holding onto his

they've poured over here, but it ignites upon contact with fire. The three men upstairs

outside was now surely in flames. There was no way for

up the stairs.

to go

word, Jack lifted Rachel off the

was feeling was highly inappropriate at the moment. In an attempt to hide her flushed face, she lowered her head and pressed her face

happening? Why was she feeling

with her in his arms. When she pressed her face against his chest

the men was conscious now and was anxious to wake his companions but did not expect Jack and

ignored him and passed him

they found themselves at the entrance to the most conspicuous balcony. Shards of glass, from the window they had broken, were scattered on the floor. Jack and Michael carefully made their way past the sea of glass

fire truck sirens from a distance. Outside the

away. The crowd could not easily see them, and there

took out his phone and called

rose up and reached them where they stood. Choking and with watery eyes, they had to move backward. The fire was quickly consuming the

holding her

low voice, "Put me

his left hand until she could steady herself. When it was clear that she

because of the situation they were in or for some other unknown reason, but Jack's thoughtful gestures were magnified infinitely in

he informed him that Rachel had been found. He

palm of her hand still hurt slightly. When she turned to look at it,

was alarmed. He asked, "What happened to

successfully left the villa. She was

head and looked at her hand.

How careless of her!

the magnitude of what had happened. If everyone had been busy trying to get away, and no

could not find words to express

clear that he did not want to talk about it now. Without a word, he held

and steadied her. "Your

downstairs. He and those with him breathed a sigh of relief. The fire truck had arrived. Upon learning that they were fine, Rick felt glad. It was as if it was he himself who had escaped death. Without

he held it to his ear. When he noticed the nervous look in her eyes, he asked Michael to hold on. Then he handed

Rachel?

at Jack and Rachel, who were leaning against each other. He cleared his throat and handed Rachel the phone. "Your friend