She couldn’t drag him out. She had to take the handcuffs off. She found a heavy iron poker from the fireplace. With a scream that echoed through the Estonian forest, she used the blunt end of the poker to break the chain link.
She didn't cut her hand off, but the metal chain broke, leaving the cuffs still on her wrist, but freeing her from the body. Till Death Subtiitrid Eesti
This story reflects the "man who refuses to die" theme of survival mentioned in the recent search results, but turns it into a desperate fight for survival, much like the premise of Till Death . If you'd like, I can: She couldn’t drag him out
The hunger was setting in, but the thirst was worse. She had to navigate the small cabin, dragging the heavy body along with her. She found a rusty hacksaw in the storage room. She tried to cut the chain, then the handcuff itself. It was useless. She only succeeded in injuring her own wrist. With a scream that echoed through the Estonian
She was trapped with the corpse of the man she had loved, yet feared.
(like a specific, urgent threat).
"Ei... mitte niimoodi," (No... not like this,) Elina whispered, her voice cracking in the sub-zero air of the unheated cabin.