The spy let out a gasp as his hands fell free. He rubbed his sore wrists quickly, getting the blood flowing back into his fingers.
As soon as the spy realized his hands were free, his entire demeanor changed. He was no longer a helpless victim tied to the floor. He was a rough, hardened man of the lower city streets, and he had just been slapped twice by a spoiled, arrogant girl.
The spy pushed himself up from his knees. He stood up, towering over Isabel.
Isabel looked up at the angry man. Her blue eyes widened in sudden fear.
Before Isabel could even take a single step backward, the spy raised his large, rough hand. He swung his arm with brutal force.
SMACK!
The spy returned the slap back to Isabel. The physical force behind the man's strike was heavy.
