Anya Fights

Anya lowered her head in deep thought. “Cole…you're absolutely correct. I should be smart,” she said as she suddenly swung her manacled hands up to Cole’s jaw.

With a resounding crack, Cole was sent straight to the floor. Anya leapt at this opportunity and tugged his dazed body to the bed, her limited mobility making this a bit of a struggle. She was no slouch when it came to muscles, but Cole was a massive man. She did her best to rush this up and find the key.

“Where the fuck did you hide it you piece of shit?” Anya asked as she slugged him another time in his gut. “Where is the key?” Her hands searching through his robe pockets.

A glint of metal shined for a second on the ground as she frantically looked past Cole’s barely-clothed body. Directly below her on the bed was the key needed for her freedom.