He reacted immediately but he made a mistake. I guess he couldn't think clearly in a moment of panic, he wasn't like me in that regard. That's the difference between us John.
He knew what was happening but the mistake he made was to try and get my hands off his throat. It took him a few seconds to get his arms free from under my knees. I hoped that I had bought myself enough time with that.
He scratched and pulled at my hands in desperation as his face turned bright red and he was gasping for air. Then something must have registered in his head as he used all of his remaining strength to lift me up and throw me to the floor at the side of the bed. Now I'm in deep shit.
I jumped up as quickly as I could. I saw that John had rolled off the other side of the bed and he was just standing up himself and trying to catch his breath. He grabbed the knife he had used to untie me from the nightstand on that side of the bed. It had been out of reach while I was on top of him, I had made sure of that.
As he grabbed the knife I went for the only thing I could reach on my side of the bed. There was a lamp on the nightstand on my side. I grabbed it and pulled it out of the wall. I was pleased to feel that it was quite heavy. It was also obviously bigger than his knife so I knew that if we got in range of each other I'd be able to hit him before he could stab me.
He held the knife out in front of himself, "Big mistake bitch. Now you're fucked."
I was holding the lamp as far back as I could so that if he went for me I could get a good swing in to him.
The adrenaline was still rushing through me as I warned him, "Don't make me kill you John, I'll kill you. Don't make me kill you John, I'll kill you. Don't make me. I'll beat you to fucking death John , I swear to god!"
He obviously knew he couldn't make a move on me without getting hit so after a few seconds he pretended like he was going to drop the knife. Nice try John, I'm not stupid.
He lunged at me, throwing himself across the bed. As soon as I saw him begin to move I swung the lamp as hard as I could. As he flew across the bed the lamp caught him flush across his jaw and cheekbone. The lamp exploded into pieces all over the room.
He lay motionless on the bed with blood pouring from his face. I stood there gasping for breath, I had so much adrenaline at that moment. What now? Think! Shit, I didn't kill him did I? I'm fucked if I have.
I checked to make sure he was unconscious, not that there was any doubt. I checked his neck for a pulse and was very relieved to find it. Okay. Right, get out of here. Get the car keys and just drive as fast as you can! Where the hell are the car keys?
I looked around and saw that he had dropped them onto a table. I grabbed them and was halfway to the door when it came to me. There's a better idea. Finish this asshole for life. Yes! That's what you do.
I knew what I was going to do but I had a problem. Apart from a bump on my head there wasn't a mark on me. That might not be convincing. What can I do? I know...
I walked over to the doorway which I saw led to the tiny kitchen area. Just do it. It needs to look good.
I smashed my forehead into the door frame as hard as I could, making sure I made contact just above my right eye. I saw stars but had it worked? Do it again if it hasn't!
I felt blood begin to flow down my face. Come on! Faster! I need to get out of here!
I waited until the blood was flowing down my face and dripping from my chin onto my dress. Okay, good.
I went back over to the bed and made sure John was still out cold. He was but I had no idea how long for. Do it and get out for god's sake!
I put the final part of my plan into action. I took off my dress and hurled it across the room. I had planned to throw my shoes over there too but I realised I didn't have them. They must have been in the trunk of my car. It didn't matter. Okay, now go. And make it look good.
I screamed as loud as I could and ran out of apartment door, yelling for help.