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."

the floor. Jack, still carrying Rachel, headed down the stairs with

up to the door of the banquet hall. Now, after

the curtains that had been on the

the smoke, Michael fell back in shock. Coughing, he

Jack and said softly, "Put

before setting her down and letting her stand on her feet. Holding onto his arm to maintain her

over here, but it ignites upon contact with fire. The three men upstairs are responsible for

in flames. There

back up the stairs. A

"Let's go. It's still possible to go through

word, Jack lifted Rachel off the floor. Together, the

she was feeling was highly inappropriate at the moment. In an attempt to hide

happening? Why was she

as fast as he could with her in his arms. When

were back to where they had encountered the three men. One of the men was conscious now and was anxious to wake his companions but did not expect Jack and

panic, the three simply ignored him and passed him by. They headed straight to

from the window they had broken, were scattered on the floor. Jack and Michael carefully

hearing fire truck sirens from a distance. Outside the villa, a crowd

crowd could not easily see them, and there was no guarantee that anyone would hear them

out his phone and

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

Jack had been holding her this

a low

floor and supported her back with his left hand until she could steady herself. When it was clear that she

was because of the situation they were in or for some

informed him that Rachel had been

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

alarmed. He asked, "What happened to you? You

that everyone else had successfully left the villa. She was the only one who

and looked at her hand. She said, "I fell down. It

How careless of her!

magnitude of what had happened. If everyone had been busy trying to get away, and no one had known that she was still here, she might have perished in

find words to express

talk about it now. Without a word, he held

and steadied her. "Your feet hurt. You can lean on

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 delay, he ran to the

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

is Lea. How is Rachel? I want to

other. He cleared his throat