Capítulo 51: Edge of Despair

It was a difficult, tight movement, but he managed to unsheath the dagger, holding it with trembling, anxious fingers as he carefully flipped it around, holding it in such a way that its sharp edge pressed against the ropes tied around his wrists.

Come on…! He thought.

Periodically glancing up to make sure the fiendish cultists weren't looking at him, listening to the grumbles of the demon and the cheers and chants of the followers, he began rapidly cutting away at his bindings with his dagger.

He summoned all of his strength and all of the speed that he could, biting away at the rough, tightly-wrapped ropes before finally–they were cut away.

His eyes widened in surprise in triumph, not wasting the opportunity as he quickly did away with the same bindings around his ankles.