[@Dark Light]

A few hours had passed since her kidnapper had disappeared and Saoirse's vision had already started to blur, she had slowly bled out and it was now starting to catch up with her. She was going to loose consciousness eventually and when that happened, she would choke to death; her noose had to be removed and quickly. 

Using every ounce of will power in her body, Saoirse leaned forward as far as she could towards the ground, pushing some of the silver blade out of her back; more blood gushed out from her back and chest. The blade made a quiet hissing noise as burns started to rapidly appear and grow on Saoirse's chest and back. They pain was indescribable, she desprately wanted to scream but she couldn't stop. She raised her arms up, pressing her rope restraints against the blade. Slowly but surely, she managed to cut away at her restraints. 

She could barely make out shapes by the time her hands were finally free, as she felt her neck for the noose. Once she found it, Saoirse pulled it off of her neck. She tried to stand up, her mind reeled, then she collapsed on her side; the blade, still protruding from her chest, pressed against firmly against her heart and lung. Saoirse had to keep trying. She stood up again and again, each time moving a few steps closer to the exit, and each time falling into a puddle of her own blood as she continued to bleed out and worsen her injuries by repeatedly standing and falling. The only thing keeping her awake, the only thing keeping her alive, was the pain and the thought of Darian as she inched closer to him.