His eyes went wide with shock and his instincts kicked in. He pulled the knife back and hit her over the head with the handle, drawing blood and knocking her out cold. He grunted and put his knife away as she collapsed onto the cold ground.
When she woke up, she was in a cheap-looking motel room. It was small and poorly lit, but clean enough. She was lying on her back on one of two single beds, and her hands and feet were tied to the bed frame. The curtains were drawn and there was a small desk at the foot of the bed, supporting a tiny tv and an electric kettle. The light in the bathroom was on and she could hear water running.