Cuffed

I sat in the back of the police cruiser, staring at the shotgun clamped 'securely' in the rack. I idly pulled my wrists back and forth behind my back, the handcuffs secure.

Then I heard the scream. I would have been confused, had I not already heard it before.

I moved my wrists faster, harder, hoping to break them sooner rather than later.

I saw one of Them approaching the cruiser.

I hooked the cuffs in front of the shotgun and jimmied the trigger until it broke the cuffs, shot  It, and took off one of my hands.

Worth it.