THE FOOTPRINTS. Journey of no return.

CHAPTER 103: THE WALLS DO HAVE EARS

CHAPTER 94

Khalodi woke up before Duraho and it was still dark, his hands and legs still tied and he presumed it was the right time to make a move. He moved with his shoulder, his bruised shoulder asn he winced in pain. But he had , he dragged the shoulder roughly on the ground till he got to the sharp glasswares.

He picked the small ones his halfway fingers could hold onto and started cutting through. Like a baby with trying to masticate biscuit bone, he struggled for over fifteen minutes and sweating profusely like a christmas goat, he was finally free hand wise and went for his leg. It was quite easier to get his legs free although ample time was spent and it was already getting bright.

The position of his tied legs made him have a sharp pain immediately he released them. He groaned sharply but without sound then straightened them. He cleared the ground quietly and went into a diamond push up position, he went at least twenty times. With his bones crackling and straightening to fu