I lay on the cold, hard, dusty, floor, wishing for a rescue; wishing for an escape from this Hell. I sobbed once, only once. The throbbing pain of my broken ribs prevented any more emotion from leaking through.
I couldn't remember the last time I saw the sun, the gorgeous, yellow sun. I had been blind for what seems like eternity, any hope of a hero had vanished. I didn't know what my voice sounded like anymore, I hadn't talked since the day they took me. Sure, I sob and cry and scream but no talking. I've been shut off from everything I knew. My family, my friends, my life. Tears wet the blindfold as reality came crashing down.
I would never see my friends or family again. Nobody would know what happened to Isabella Marie Swan, the one and only female Marine sniper. They would assume that I was weak and died of something a man would easily survive and the opportunity for women would be lost forever.
I heard the door slamming against the wall and stiffened. I heard heavy footsteps and then a hand grabbed my hair, pulling me up forcefully. I yelped in pain against the duct tape covering my mouth as I was lifted to my feet.
"You stupid American, you will never leave! You understand? Never! I will hold you until you die!" He ended his sentence of butchered English with a punch to the mouth and, after I had fallen again, a swift kick to my already broken ribs. I moaned in pain and rolled on to my stomach.
I heard his footsteps retreat and the door slam shut, I cried silently, praying to God that He would soon relieve me of this pain.