Xia Lu watches the murderer, still shaking and sniffling slightly. The knife spins round and round in his vision, freaking him out. He remains sitting still though, afraid a sudden movement would make him attack. So when he moves around him, Xia Lu cries out, shaking.
"Wait! I-I promise! Don't kill me!" He yells, shaking so hard the chair is moving along with him. He closes his eyes, waiting for the knife to slit his throat and end his life, yet, nothing happened.
The ties on his arms fell away and he stared down at the falling ropes. He wanted to kill him without the ropes on for easily clean up or disposal or something. Then he spoke.
Xia Lu quickly leaned down and started to untie his legs, shaking still. He was going to be let free? He'd better move quick or else he might change his mind and kill him. He froze it and looked over his shoulder, his expression showing more fear than he had shown all this time. He nodded numbly and quickly untied his feet. He stumbled out of the chair, attempting to stand. He must have been sitting there for awhile.
But he had to get home to Luhan. To his brother. He just had to. So he pushed through the numb feeling and stood up, lurching towards freedom. He had made it out alive. A scratch on his neck, a bump on his head, a bit of a breathing problem, but alive. He nearly started crying again as he finally got to the door, pulling it open.