Liberation
It had been quite a while since the last torture. Her body still ached and all she wanted was to sleep, but she couldn't. She was hungry, she didn't even remember when she had eaten last time. Her sore throat didn't make it better. She crawled on the hard cement bed she slept on and leaned against the wall. She started to hum the only song she new and put the stones to her feet in order. The pebbles were the only thing she had to keep busy. There was nothing else to do in this tiny, cold, dark cell.
When she heard a noise she startled and shrank back into the corner. They would hurt her if she was anywhere near the door. After the grumbling of her stomach they came to give her food. She was always hungry, but they never let her starve. And if she wouldn't eat, they forced her. The undefined noise grew louder, but nobody came. What was going on out there?, she wondered. But moments later the door swung open. "Hello? Anybody in there?" She squeezed herself closer in the corner to escape the dazzling ray of light flooding the cell.
A dark silhouette stood in the doorway, not moving.
It couldn't be one of them! They never spoke to her. But who was it?
Since she sat in the darkest corner and didn't make a sound the person at the door seemed to assume the cell was empty and started to close the door, but at this moment her instinct took over and she throw a pebble in the direction of the door. "Ow!" Obviously she had hit her target. She already crawled back, afraid of the punishment she expected, but the only thing that happened was the door opening again, this time more, that the ray of light caught her. She put her arm in front of her eyes to protect them, but she looked as she eventually got used to the light moments later. Now she could see the person standing there. It was a tall dark man with a friendly face who looked at her with terrified face. "Hello!", he said again, quietly. "I'm Mack! We're here to get you out of here. To get you somewhere safe!"
I couldn't believe it. Saviors? Now? After all this time.
"What's your name?" the man asked.
I tried to answer but only a sore croak came out of my throat. I cleared my throat. "Noa!", I said as loud as I could. He smiled at me and extended his hand. "Come on! Let's go!"