CHAPTER TEN

Jake was back in the chair tied up as tightly as possible. His wounds now stinging, due to an ogre rubbing his back in salt. He was now thinking about the people who didn't realize where he was. That was when the thought of Rose crept into his mind. They were just starting to patch things up. If I ever get out of here, he thought, you'll be the first to know I am back Rose. That was when he looked down and noticed a small knife in the corner of the room. That was when the ogre had left leaving Jake alone. He didn't understand how the knife had gotten there. All he knew was he had to get a hold of it. With all of his strength left in his sore and strained limbs, he lifted himself and moved the chair a few inches closer. A few minutes later he managed to grab the knife with his foot and began sawing at the rope around his ankles.