You start to brainstorm up a plan to try and escape to your girlfriends room. There’s no way you can try and run off right this instant, because lana would just sit up and grab you without breaking a sweat. Maybe if you could distract her for a second then you can try and make a run for cover. Then you notice way above you is a broken toenail hanging from her big toe. While still rubbing with one hand, you grab the toenail with your right.
Now you have a weapon the size of a machete. Without much of a second thought you plunge the sharp end of the toenail into the sole of her foot as hard as you can. You see it part the skin and calluses, to draw a bit of blood. Immediately the foot retracts as Lana screams in pain. This is your chance.
You make a run for it, sliding down the bedsheets onto the floor. You are sprinting as fast as you can towards her nearest dresser when you hear her speak through tears.
“You are dead, you little shit!” As she jumps to her feet, limping cowards you. The dresser is so close.
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