Addison’s POV
Sweat dripped from my forehead as I squeezed my legs tighter than before, my muscles aching from the force, and continued to do so until his struggling settled a little as he started to lose consciousness.
Now a little voice in my head yelled. Now was my chance.
I released the grip I had on him, heard the desperate gasp for air, and launched myself forward stretching my arm out to get the knife. My fingers closed on the shaft at the same time as he grabbed my foot and pulled me towards him. I screamed out in frustration, kicking him with my free leg, trying to get him to let go but it was pointless. The anger in his eyes, the anger radiating from his body, gave him strength enough to pull me down until I was under him. With my very last power, I raised my torso from the
