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Like Bob had promised, David came to visit that evening. He didn't seem happy at all. Riza saw how he argued with Bob in the doorway, but didn't hear them as they were speaking with whispers. David looked frustrated, but somehow Riza felt like there was also something else going on other than just the fact that she didn't speak. David looked very upset about something, maybe even little worried. Had they really though that she would speak so easily, or was there something else? If she only could hear them...
Then Riza's thoughts were distracted by the smell of spicy food. It seemed to come from a bowl in Bob's hands. She was feeling so hungry, she had ate almost nothing in the past two days. One part of her wanted to eat whatever was in the bowl like a hungry animal. She needed to be strong if she was going to get out of here. But the other part of her wanted to resist the need to eat, she didn't want to do as they wanted her to do.
Finally they stopped arguing and David walked nearer so she could hear him. "Bob here told me that you refuse to tell anything to us?" David said, looking down to her. Riza said nothing, but got up from the ground and awkwardly leaned her back against the wall. It wasn't really comfortable, but she didn't want to lay down when somebody was talking to her. She didn't want to look so vulnerable.
"So that's how it goes? You do know that the whole military thinks you are dead? Even your dear General thinks you're dead. Nobody is going to save you, you have to save yourself!" David said, getting frustrated again. He had leaned his face just inches from hers, but she didn't move. She was prepared for anything.
"Like I said, you can keep me here as long as you like, but I am not going to betray my General or my country," Riza said calmly. She could see how hate formed in David's eyes. Then he finally snapped and slapped her across the face. Riza didn't flinch and didn't make a sound. She had been through a lot worse, and this was nothing compared to that. She could take anything.
"You're too stubborn for your own good. See that bowl in Bob's hands? It supposed to be your dinner," David said, and took the bowl from Bob's hands. Riza saw now that it was chicken soup, and she could feel her stomach crumple once more. But Riza already knew that she wasn't going to eat that, even if she wanted to.
And with that instance, David threw the bowl to the hard concrete floor. The bowl shattered to a thousand pieces around the floor. "It's not anymore. You have one more night to think if you really want to starve to dead here. Then, you might notice that we aren't that gentle," David said smiling evilly and left. Bob followed him to the door.
Riza didn't really care about the food. Things had ended up better than she could dream of. This was her chance. She moved her feet closer to the piece of glass lying closest to her. Bob and David discussed in the doorway, and didn't seem to notice anything. Her heart was beating hard. Carefully she moved the piece of glass closer to her body with her feet. When it was close enough she reached her tied hands for it, and wrapped it around her fingers. It felt quite sharp to her fingers. Riza smiled, she would get out of here.
It took the whole evening for her to cut the ropes in her hands. The glass wasn't that sharp and she had to be careful, she didn't want Bob to notice anything. It was also hard to cut the rope with tied hands, and she cut her own hands more than once. But little by little the ropes got more worn and finally, they gave in.
It seemed to be night already, because once more the quiet man came to watch over her. Riza was glad that he had the night shift, because he seemed a little less muscular than Bob. Maybe he was easier to take out. And the night was only time she could try to escape; she needed the darkness if she wanted to succeed.
Riza wasn't actually sure how she would get past her guard. She could fight, but she didn't really believe she could win against a man when it came to strength. And she wasn't at her best after two days of being tied and without food, not even talking about all the injuries she had gotten from the train accident.
There had to be another way. She wasn't sure what was outside of the storage hall, so she needed to delay the man as much as possible. Riza tried to look for some kind of weapon, it would be best if she could knock him unconscious. There were some wood boards lying against the wall, not quite far from her. They could serve for her purpose, because there was nothing else.
Now she just had to wait for the perfect opportunity, something that gave her time to get up, get her hands around that board and knock the man out before he knew what had hit him. She didn't have to wait for too long. The man started to read a newspaper, so he wasn't that focused on her anymore. It might be the only shot she ever got, so she took it.
Carefully Riza dropped the rope from her hands and stretched them a little. The man kept on reading, and didn't notice anything. Then she quietly moved her feet closer to her body so she could get up more quickly. She had to be very quick if she wanted this to work. The man still didn't raise his eyes from the newspaper. She could feel her heart beating, and felt how the adrenaline started to flow. This was her opportunity.
It all happened in an instant. She got up and got to the boards before the man even lifted his eyes from the newspaper. When he finally noticed what was going on, he didn't have time to protect himself before Riza hit the board to his head with force. He left out a small cry before he passed out. Riza's heart was racing, she had done it! Now she just had to get out of here quickly.
She ran to the door, and listened for a second. When she was sure there was no one, she opened the door quietly. Cold breeze greeted her; it felt good to breathe fresh air. She didn't have that many clothes on for the cold night, just her normal indoor clothes she had worn in the train. But there was no time to think about clothes, she needed to get out. It was all she could think of, getting out of here as fast as possible.
Riza looked around her in the dark. She saw many similar warehouses around her in a plain field. That wasn't good; she needed a forest or something like that where she could hide. But she had to go somewhere. To the right she saw a bigger building, and on the left the warehouses just disappeared in the darkness. She closed the door behind her, and ran to the left. The warehouses had to stop somewhere. There had to be way out.
She ran in the quiet night for a few minutes, before she reached the end of the warehouses. But the ground behind them didn't really look promising. The plain fields just kept on going. There were some grass plants coming out of the sand, but no trees or anything. The area seemed very dry, she was probably still somewhere in the southeastern dry areas. The place itself seemed to be some kind of factory. No other place needed so many warehouses and could be placed in a middle of nowhere. It wasn't her lucky day, it seemed, but she continued to run away from the buildings.
Then things got even worse. She heard voices behind her: They had noticed that she was missing already. How had they been so quick? Had the man already woken up? Riza panicked. She couldn't turn back now and changed directions. The only way was just to go straight forward, to the open grounds. She didn't want to think how easy a target she would be, but it was the only chance. So she ran and didn't care about her aching body.
Her heart was beating fast, her breathing was shallow. She couldn't stop; she had to get as far away as possible. She tried to look for some kind of hide out, but there was nothing as far as she could see in the dark. Riza cursed in her mind. The voices behind her became clearer with every step she took. She glanced back and saw a car in distance. There was no way she could ever beat a car in speed. But just as she was going to get desperate, she saw a forest growing in front of her. If she just could get that far, she might be able to pull this off. No car could follow her into the forest.
Riza ran even faster. She didn't feel her legs, she just ran. All she could feel was her heart racing, as she heard how the voices got nearer. Just a little more, just a little, she kept on saying in her head. She had to get away. Maybe then she could see Roy once more...
She almost got there. The forest was only twenty feet from her, when she heard a gun shot. Then she felt something hit her in her shoulder, and she tumbled to the ground. She felt the warm liquid soaking her shirt, but she didn't really feel anything from all the adrenaline. She barely realized it really was dark blood in her shirt. Riza bite her teeth together and tried to get up again. One shot wasn't going to stop her. But it was too late. Before she got up, she felt a weight jumping on her back, and she hit the ground violently.
"Do you really believe you can escape from us? We have more eyes than just one!" It was Bob. Riza cursed, she had failed. She could feel her hands tied and then Bob lifted her up. Riza looked around her, and saw two other man getting out from the car. She didn't recognize any of them. It seemed that one of them had seen her escape. "It's a pity we have to keep you alive! But at least we can make sure you will never escape again. You should think twice before doing something like that!" Bob said and smiled.
Riza wondered for a second what he meant. She looked confused as one of the man lifted her right leg into a vertical position. Then she saw how the other man took a steel pipe from the car and moved towards her. She understood now what they were planning: They really were making sure that she couldn't walk anymore. She tried to escape from their hands, but their grip was steady, and her shoulder was starting to ache from the pain. Riza watched with horror how the man raised the pipe and hit it with force to her leg. She could hear a snap, and felt a rush of pain. Then everything went black.