Kyra quickly shuffled her legs to get them under him, then brought her feet to rest against his chest and shoulder as she pushed him off her. The girl panted with a loud sigh of relief, falling back onto the back and glancing around to get a better look of the room around her. The light from the lantern didn't carry far from the table but showed enough for her to see personal affects near-by. The table that held the lantern also contained a coin pouch and a few other items. Next to the table and closer to the door, a chair sat with clothing folded in it. The wall above the table held some form of rack in which a katana was displayed on the top and a bastard sword underneath.
It was likely his room, or someone else that he knew. It gave her a bit of insight to where she was, nothing solid, but judging by the personal feel of the room, she assumed that she was no longer in the pleasure house. Kyra turned her head up so that she could see the bonds that held her wrists to the bed post. They were thick ropes knotted around the top wooden plank. The young kelvic tried to pull her arms out and force the ropes loose but she wasn't strong enough. She twisted around on the bed for a bit, rolling her hips so that she could slam her feet into the headboard.
Once she was positions against the head of the bed, she pulled hard against it with her arms, while slamming her feet into it again and again. Kyra paused for a moment, glancing over her shoulder to see if the man had woken up before she continued on. It took some times, but finally the board began to crack from the stress she put on it while kicking and pulling against it. Kyra rammed her feet into the board over and over again and pulled against it with all her might until the board split around the tied off plank and she was able to slip the knot off the torn edge. Finally free from the bed, she pushed herself up and away from the it.
She was off the bed, but she wasn't free completely, not until she removed the rope from her wrists. Her gaze lifted to the swords mounted on the rack and against the wall and as she thought up an idea. Kyra moved to the table and awkwardly climbed up, using her legs to off set her lack of balance with her arms still tied together. Reaching up, she pulled the katana from the rack and then hopped off the table. Kyra stared at the sheath weapon for a bit, trying to figure out how to removed the blade and finally turned it upside down so that it dropped out onto the floor.
There was a loud clank, and Kyra quickly turned to see if the noise awoke the man on the bed, and listened to see if she heard other foot steps outside the door. She already knew that she had been taken by more than one person and that they were likely still close by. The young kelvic turned and leaned against the table after retrieving the katana from the floor. She turned the blade upward and attempted to balance the handle between her thighs as she slipped the blade between her wrists. It was a lot harder than she would have thought, and the katana fell away many times before she could get a firm hold on it.
From there she moved her arms up and down the blade, making sure to push against it to force a deeper cut. It was a dangerous task that she set out to do, and with the slightest mistake she could injury herself. Chimes later the katana had ripped through the ropes and Kyra was finally free to use her arms. Standing up again, she moved over to the chair where she had saw the clothing moments before. The clothing belonged to the man she had left on the bed, and although it was too big for her, she didn't have anything else to put on.
The girl dressed herself in the dark blue vest and black pants which she had to tie off with a belt. His boots were far too big for her to wear and her own shoes weren't anywhere to be found, leaving her to go bare foot for the time. Just as she was about to reach to the floor for the sheath of the katana, she heard a groaning sound coming from the bed. The man she had knocked out was slowly coming too. Kyra grabbed the katana from where she had left it and returned to the bed side. The man still laid there, clumped onto his side and facing away from her. She raised the blade and slide it over his shoulder and to his neck.
She knew that she should finish the job, but in her haste to escape, Kyra would have been fine with simply slipping out of the room. After all, she had learned that it wasn't him that she needed to kill, but the older man that he must have worked for. However that changed the moment he started to moved around again. She couldn't risk him warning anyone that she was free and moving about. On the other hand, he deserved it, just as they all did. Whether he killed Marcelo or not, he was with the man who did, and so he was a part of it. And for his part....he would die.
Kyra lifted the blade upward and over her head and swiftly brought the blade singing downward across his neck. It wasn't a clean cut, nor did it cut all the way through. Instead it left a gaping laceration in his neck that squirted blood across the bed and even on her. His body twitched about on the bed as he chocked on his own blood. The young kelvic watched in silence until it was over and she was sure that he was dead. She sighed heavily, standing at the side of the bed while trying to figure out what to do next. He was out there, the man that she really needed to kill, and she wasn't about to leave until she did just that.
It was likely his room, or someone else that he knew. It gave her a bit of insight to where she was, nothing solid, but judging by the personal feel of the room, she assumed that she was no longer in the pleasure house. Kyra turned her head up so that she could see the bonds that held her wrists to the bed post. They were thick ropes knotted around the top wooden plank. The young kelvic tried to pull her arms out and force the ropes loose but she wasn't strong enough. She twisted around on the bed for a bit, rolling her hips so that she could slam her feet into the headboard.
Once she was positions against the head of the bed, she pulled hard against it with her arms, while slamming her feet into it again and again. Kyra paused for a moment, glancing over her shoulder to see if the man had woken up before she continued on. It took some times, but finally the board began to crack from the stress she put on it while kicking and pulling against it. Kyra rammed her feet into the board over and over again and pulled against it with all her might until the board split around the tied off plank and she was able to slip the knot off the torn edge. Finally free from the bed, she pushed herself up and away from the it.
She was off the bed, but she wasn't free completely, not until she removed the rope from her wrists. Her gaze lifted to the swords mounted on the rack and against the wall and as she thought up an idea. Kyra moved to the table and awkwardly climbed up, using her legs to off set her lack of balance with her arms still tied together. Reaching up, she pulled the katana from the rack and then hopped off the table. Kyra stared at the sheath weapon for a bit, trying to figure out how to removed the blade and finally turned it upside down so that it dropped out onto the floor.
There was a loud clank, and Kyra quickly turned to see if the noise awoke the man on the bed, and listened to see if she heard other foot steps outside the door. She already knew that she had been taken by more than one person and that they were likely still close by. The young kelvic turned and leaned against the table after retrieving the katana from the floor. She turned the blade upward and attempted to balance the handle between her thighs as she slipped the blade between her wrists. It was a lot harder than she would have thought, and the katana fell away many times before she could get a firm hold on it.
From there she moved her arms up and down the blade, making sure to push against it to force a deeper cut. It was a dangerous task that she set out to do, and with the slightest mistake she could injury herself. Chimes later the katana had ripped through the ropes and Kyra was finally free to use her arms. Standing up again, she moved over to the chair where she had saw the clothing moments before. The clothing belonged to the man she had left on the bed, and although it was too big for her, she didn't have anything else to put on.
The girl dressed herself in the dark blue vest and black pants which she had to tie off with a belt. His boots were far too big for her to wear and her own shoes weren't anywhere to be found, leaving her to go bare foot for the time. Just as she was about to reach to the floor for the sheath of the katana, she heard a groaning sound coming from the bed. The man she had knocked out was slowly coming too. Kyra grabbed the katana from where she had left it and returned to the bed side. The man still laid there, clumped onto his side and facing away from her. She raised the blade and slide it over his shoulder and to his neck.
She knew that she should finish the job, but in her haste to escape, Kyra would have been fine with simply slipping out of the room. After all, she had learned that it wasn't him that she needed to kill, but the older man that he must have worked for. However that changed the moment he started to moved around again. She couldn't risk him warning anyone that she was free and moving about. On the other hand, he deserved it, just as they all did. Whether he killed Marcelo or not, he was with the man who did, and so he was a part of it. And for his part....he would die.
Kyra lifted the blade upward and over her head and swiftly brought the blade singing downward across his neck. It wasn't a clean cut, nor did it cut all the way through. Instead it left a gaping laceration in his neck that squirted blood across the bed and even on her. His body twitched about on the bed as he chocked on his own blood. The young kelvic watched in silence until it was over and she was sure that he was dead. She sighed heavily, standing at the side of the bed while trying to figure out what to do next. He was out there, the man that she really needed to kill, and she wasn't about to leave until she did just that.