Shadows Disinterred: Day 18

Word Count: 108,010

Summary of Events:
Dallas woke up in Deby's bed and was subjected to two different kinds of tortures: Deby's violent torture with lots of blood and pain, and Shirley's torture which mostly involved just beating him. Shirley and Deby continued to be disagreeable toward each other as well. Shirley fed Dallas lunch and confided in him — yet she was still cold-blooded, talking about taking his life with casual anticipation.

Excerpt of the Day:
"A kitchen knife was in Deby's hand. Dallas' eyes went wide. Deby smiled and brandished the weapon with confidence. Dallas whimpered, his heart racing with fear. No! This couldn't happen! He couldn't let it.
Her eyes glittering with violence, Deby reared back her hand. Dallas closed his eyes tightly, he didn't want to see the drop. Nothing happened. He opened his left eye, then his right. Deby dropped her hand and poked Dallas — but she didn't thrust the knife deep into his abdomen.
A bubbly sounding, demented giggle sounded from deep within before she brandished the weapon some more. Dallas watched her with terror until finally she turned and sauntered out of the room with the knife in her hand.
Dallas' entire body was trembling, he could only feel his body shaking and the pain she'd inflicted on him, along with the fearful memory of her embedding the fragment of the plate into his abdomen.
Then he started to notice a sharp pain in his lower back. He tried to shift around, but it hurt, and it felt like it was moving deeper. There was something in his back, Dallas managed to roll himself onto his left side.
Something fell out of his back and hit his hands. He found it and felt it. The X-acto knife? How had it ended up there? Dallas closed his eyes and thought. She'd put the X-acto knife on his abdomen, then she'd gone and gotten the knife — no, before she'd used the lighter she'd put it there.
And she'd never taken it back again. When he'd been jumping around in terror at the kitchen knife she'd been wielding the X-acto knife must've fallen off and moved around to get stuck in his back.
Dallas managed — although he felt clumsy — to loosen the blade slider and hide the blade completely away in the rest of the knife. He tightened it and then wondered where and how he should hide the knife, it would be a useful tool to him.
Deby entered the room and Dallas startled. Deby smiled before she covered Dallas up with the blanket and pushed him over to lay on his chest. She laughed a horrible and congested sounding laugh again before turning around and leaving the room.
She hadn't seen it, nor had she noticed it was missing from her tray. Dallas was safe; relief flooded through him at the thought. It was aright. Now he needed to come up with a plan. He had a knife, what was he going to do with it?
Was he going to try to stick one of them? It wouldn't work, besides, he was trying to arrest them, not kill them. Could he use it to cut the bonds on his wrists so he could undo his feet, find his gun, and escape?
That would work. Could he do it now? He was alone, after all. Dallas manoeuvred the blade around and tried sliding it without the blade to see if it would work. He smiled, it would work."