Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 67263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
“How did he get out of the cuffs?”
I gave him a sad smile. “I don’t know.”
Sighing, Jean-Pierre leaned his head back and closed his eyes.
“Hold on, man." I nudged him with my elbow. "X had theories. One of them was that Alcatraz was dislocating his hand to slip it out.”
“I don’t know who this X is, but I doubt that would work.” Jean-Pierre kept his eyes closed and his head leaned back. “The only real way to traumatically dislocate your hand is to break one of the bony components of the saddle or pull the thumb so far straight out that you distract the joint past those ridges, thus ripping every ligament in the joint.”
I shrugged. “There you go. That could help. Let's do that shit to your hand.”
Opening his eyes, Jean-Pierre lifted his head and turned to me. “You do it.”
“I can’t do it.”
Sarcasm coated his words. “Oh really? Why not?”
“One, I love myself too much to do shit like that. Two, I’ll be distracting Timur the whole time while you’re doing it. See? We all have our positions to play. . .like an opera.”
“You’re the distraction?”
“Listen. Give me your hand.” I scooted over. “I’m going to break some of your fingers and wrist bones so that you can slip them through the cuff and then—”
“Maxwell, if you even reach to touch my hand, I am going to head butt you, bite out your carotid artery, and let you bleed to death on this dirt floor.”
I frowned. “A simple no would have sufficed.”
Jean-Pierre leaned his head back and closed his eyes.
“You’re giving up. Instead of resting those eyes, you need to be brainstorming.”
“I am thinking.”
“Then, think loudly, man. Only God knows what Timur is doing to Boris back there. Baptism in blood? Dude is butt naked too. Sounds like the Great Eagle is going to be fucking people in the ass until they bleed.”
Still leaning back, Jean-Pierre opened his eyes. “Can you be quiet?”
“Absolutely not. I talk a lot when I’m nervous.” I studied his hand. “Look, man. We get your hands out of the handcuffs. Timur comes for me. He takes me into the back for the baptism-ass-sex situation and you come through and stop it all before things go down.”
Jean-Pierre let out an exasperated breath.
“Then, you roll up behind him." I stomped one foot. "Boom!”
“I step on Timur and make a loud noise?”
I scowl. “You do some shit that is worthy of the boom sound effect.”
Jean-Pierre lifted his hand and turned to me. “Your plan has several holes.”
“Then, let’s plug the holes in so we can get out of here.”
“I will not be able to get the handcuffs off. The idea that I can break bones in my hand to slip them off is idiotic action movie stuff.”
“Alcatraz did it—”
“We don’t even know what he truly did.”
“X thought—”
“This X person isn’t here—”
“Yeah, but X was smart. His theory was that the joint at the wrist is what’s keeping the handcuff from slipping over the entire hand, so if we break that point—”
“The base of the thumb where it meets the hand is called the carpometacarpal joint. Let’s say CMC for short.”
“O-kay.” I checked the door and turned back to him. “Get your science on, but do that shit quick.”
“The CMC joint allows the thumb to move freely in many directions. It also provides strength so the hand can grasp and grip. If I mess that up, then how am I going to do anything worthy of a boom sound effect?”
“Head butt his ass and bite out his artery—”
“That’s my father-in-law. I will not intentionally kill him.”
I glared. “But you’ll let him fuck us in the ass and then kill us?”
“Why do you keep talking about sodomy?"
"Dude is naked. You think that is a coincidence."
"It could be a qualification of his religion. We do not know what Timur will be doing—”
A loud thunderous scream sounded.
We both snapped our attention that way.
More screams came.
I swallowed. “That’s Boris.”
Boris screamed again.
“See. He’s definitely getting fucked in the ass.” I looked at Jean-Pierre. “We’re going to break your CMC joint or whatever we need to, so you can take the handcuff off.”
“Even if that worked, what about the ankle shackles?”
“Just shimmy your ass to the door, man!"
"While I am an impressive individual, I am not sure I can battle Timur with shackled ankles and a broken hand."
"Okay. Once the handcuffs are off, you break the cuffs on the floor until you have a thin metal piece fall out, stick that metal piece in the shackles' key hole.” I lifted my foot to show him the chain’s lock. “Play with it like you play with pussy. It’ll open up. Then, run into there and save me.”
Skepticism covered Jean-Pierre’s face, but he looked down at the shackles on his ankles. “I cannot believe I am even considering this."