I knew I had to think fast. I mumbled against the tape, trying to get their attention. They exchanged glances before one of them walked over and ripped the tape off my mouth. I bit back a cry of pain.
“I—I need the bathroom,” I said, my voice trembling. “Please. I’m pregnant. I—”
Their eyes flickered with hesitation. The one closest to me frowned. “We’re not supposed to—”
“Please,” I begged, my voice cracking. “I need to go. The baby—”
After a tense moment, they relented. “Fine. But no funny business.”
They untied my ankles and guided me to a filthy, rundown bathroom. Once inside, they stayed close, but I used the door for cover. My heart pounded as I scanned the tiny space, searching for anything I could use. I spotted a rusted pipe jutting out from the wall. Grabbing it, I twisted hard until it broke free with a soft crack.
The second they opened the door, I struck. The pipe hit one of them across the head, and he crumpled with a groan. The other lunged, but desperation gave me strength. I jabbed the pipe into his stomach and ran.