Chapter 177: Cutting the Rope

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

[Margaret’s Perspective]

Moreover, due to the special nature of blood, its fishy smell could spread very far. Perhaps werewolves, unlike vampires, could not distinguish a person by his blood, but they could smell it. From the smell of blood, they could easily tell if the other party was human, werewolf, or Lycan.

As long as I smeared my blood on Arthur outside the door, Donald’s people would smell the blood on him if they came into contact with him.

I got up from the ground. First, I hid the screw carefully at my waist and covered it with my shirt.

As I went to the sink to wash my hands, the bathroom door was kicked open by the werewolf outside.

He looked around the cabin and said to me angrily, “What are you doing in there? Get out quickly.”

I glanced at the bolt hanging precariously on that door. I was secretly glad that he hadn’t broken in earlier, but I deliberately pretended to be afraid.

“Why—why did you suddenly come in?”

“Come out,” he said impatiently.

I took a step toward him, slipped, and fell straight onto him.

He was caught off guard by my movement and took a step back. My knees were on the ground and my hands were at my sides for support. My hand that had a cut was by his shoe.

“What are you doing!” Arthur snarled at me. “Get up now.”

“My feet are tied. I can’t get up like this,” I said as I held on to his shoe and tried to exert force. I took the opportunity to rub my injured hand against the black fabric on the side of his shoe.

“What a pain in the ass.” He reached out and yanked me to my feet.

“Then untie me and I won’t fall so easily,” I said.

“There’s another way. I’ll tie you up and make you roll back,” he said darkly.

I was shoved back into the basement even more roughly than when I arrived. Before entering, he drew a fresh rope from the side and tied my hands together.

“Margaret!”

As I entered the basement, I heard Elizabeth’s relieved voice.

Arthur took Elizabeth out the same way. Once they were all outside, I began to take the screw from my waist. Because my hands were bound, it took a lot of effort to cut the rope. I had to be very careful not to break my skin.

I finally got the screw back in my hand before I heard their returning footsteps at the door.

Then I saw the door open and Elizabeth was thrown in by Arthur.

“I hope you don’t have any more unreasonable requests,” Arthur said, leaning against the door. “Stay here.”

Elizabeth and I were alone again.

“Come here,” I whispered.

Elizabeth inched toward me. I showed her the screw I’d gotten and motioned for her to hold her hands up toward me. Then I started using the screw to cut the rope around her hands. The process was slow, but it worked. After the screw made the first small cut, the rest of the repetitive work became a little easier.

Elizabeth’s eyes darted nervously between me and the door.

I didn’t know how long it took me, but I finally finished cutting the first rope.

Things got easier after that.

After breaking the rope, Elizabeth’s hands were much more relaxed. Now it was her turn to do the same for me. Elizabeth could move around more, so it was easier for her to do this. She quickly mastered the technique. My hands were freed as the rope landed on the ground.

I took the screw again. First I freed Elizabeth’s wrists, then our ankles.

By the time all the ropes were untied, I felt my hands and forearms ache. We looked at the door together. There was no movement, and no one realized what we had done.

We moved our limbs silently. I walked around the room and carefully touched the corners that I couldn’t reach because of the restraints to ascertain if there was anything else here that we could use.

This time, I felt another loose screw by the wall. I gestured for Elizabeth to come over and dig it out with me. This screw wasn’t as loose as the one in the bathroom, but fortunately, we had tools this time. I used the screw to carefully dig at the wall around it, creating more gaps. Elizabeth was always listening outside the door.

After I dug this screw out, too, I handed it to Elizabeth, and now we were both armed.

I had already observed when I went out that the door that was closed to us was locked from the outside. If we wanted to go out, someone had to open it from the outside.