Shadow Slave novel Chapter 2490

Chapter 2490 Heal Thyself

'I am being strangled.'

Saint found herself strangely calm despite the fact that someone had wrapped a garrotte around her neck, as if situations like this were nothing new to her — familiar and trifling, rather.

She noted the strangeness of her reaction and filed it away to be analyzed later, reasonably assessing that now was not the time for self-reflection.

Her instincts kicked in, proving that countless hours of training had not been in vain. Before Saint could even register what was happening, her body moved on its own, and she just barely managed to insert her hand between the cold garrote and her neck before the sharp string drew taut.

The rain obscured everything around, its rustle drowning all the sounds. Light was pouring out of the hospital's windows no more than a hundred metres away, but even if Saint screamed, no one would hear her — not that she could scream with all the pressure being put on her throat.

'Ah…'

The assailant pulled on the garrote, and Saint suddenly couldn't breathe anymore. The string bit into her fingers, threatening to sever them, and she felt blood flowing down her wrist.

Despite the horror of the situation, Saint felt a pang of annoyance. The sleeve of her trench coat, the blouse beneath… washing out blood stains was going to be such a hassle. The trench coat might survive, considering its hydrophobic coating, but the fabric of the expensive blouse would be positively ruined.

But then again…

Maybe she would not have to wash her clothes.

Because she would be dead.

'Somebody is trying to kill me.'

But who?

A violent robber? A deranged patient? An obsessive stalker?

Anything and everything was possible.

She could feel his mass behind her, pressing her into into his heavy body and pulling on the garrote with monstrous strength — no matter how much time Saint had spent exercising and honing her body, she would never be able to overpower an opponent who was that much larger, that much heavier, and that much stronger on top of that.

"Akhhhh…"

A hoarse, undignified noise escaped from her lips.

'Damnation.'

Leaning against the assailant to support her weight, Saint raised her leg… and slammed the sole of her boot against the door of her car.

Newton's Third Law of Motion — for every action, there was an equal and opposite reaction. Saint had unleashed a potent force upon the car, and was pushed in the opposite direction with equal force.

The car did not move, obviously, but Saint and the man strangling her were thrown back.

He collided with the next car in the row, denting it, and lost his balance. At the same time, Saint slammed the back of her head into his face.

The pull on the garrote weakened for a split second, which allowed her to slip free.

Saint rolled away while feverishly gulping air. She did not care about dirtying her clothes in the puddles anymore — all she cared about was being able to breathe once again.

Steadying herself with one arm, she attempted to plan her next actions carefully.

…Everyone had a plan until they got kicked in the face.

Someone's heavy boot collided with her cheekbone, sending Saint back to the ground. A moment later, a vicious kick landed on her ribs, throwing her into the side of the car.

"Ah, crap. Hey, dimwit, can't you even handle a girl?"𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

"Shut your mouth! I think she broke my nose, dammit!"

Saint heard the voices through her daze.

'There are two of them.'

She gritted her teeth, then used the car for support and slowly rose to her feet.

One of the two dark figures looked at her with a hint of surprise.

"Look at that, she stood up. We got a tough one this time, huh?"

The second lowered his hand, revealing a bloodied face, and gestured to her angrily.

"Who cares? Get her!"

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