Otis's POV

 

"You fucking bitch!"

 

After I bit Robert's finger as hard as I could, his hand managed to move away from my neck, and the next thing I heard was Robert's screams and angry curses.

 

This was a good opportunity, I must escape from his hands!

 

But just at that moment, I saw a shadow cross my right side.

 

It was Robert's uninjured right hand!

 

His strong arm gave me a great sense of oppression, the muscles on it squeezed together, almost thicker than my legs.

 

And at this time my feet were just standing firm, and the chances of escaping from his grasp were very slim.

 

I tried...