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Chapter 10: Escape
Confined to the wall;
I just wanted to see your face again,
Now, here, chained,
I only long to reach your arms again,
The splendid warmth you exhibit,
The kisses we exchange;
It awaits me.
And I'll reach you at any costs –
Even if it kills me.
"Leave me!" She shouted at the top of her lungs, but her voice came muffled due to the tape on her face. Her hands were cuffed behind her by another man, and she couldn't move in a rashly driven van.
"Shut up! Stay still, woman!" The driver shouted, and she felt a needle being injected into her neck. She turned her head sideways in order to evade the needle, but another man held her neck tightly, and despite her struggles, injected the fluid into her neck.
RUNSTOPTHECARKILLTHEMNOWDOANYTHINGPLEASEWEHAVETOGETTOJOSHJOSHJOSHJOSHJOSH...
She slowly felt herself floating into oblivion, losing her reality. Her body felt numb, her mind couldn't work, and with that, the voices stopped, and she collapsed.
O~O~O
Voices. So many voices. Shuffling sounds of shoes on the ground... raspy medley of voices... bright lights...
A huge splash of water to her face brought her back to consciousness, and she sat up immediately, as if on the verge of panic.
"Look, she's up." The nonchalant voice of a man spoke, while her head swayed unstably.
"W-who are you?" She managed to mumble in her rough voice, parched.
"Hn, perhaps the makers of your new life." Another man chuckled. Still sitting, she looked up to see two men standing before her. One of them was dressed shabbily, his beard overgrown and his hair disheveled. The other one was seemingly rich, dressed in semi-formals, puffing a cigarette. She figured that the previous dialogue was spoken by the richer man.
"What? Let me go!" She struggled to stand up, but was brought down again by the ropes around her hands and legs – the ones she hadn't noticed before. She groaned in annoyance, yet impatience to meet Josh.
"Where have you brought me?!" She shouted at them, and the richer man's chuckle grew darker, and he leaned down to her, and said, "Listen, sweetheart," He held her jaw forcibly, "I know who your dear lover is, and I won't hesitate to kill you, if that makes me win over and defeat him. Better stay quiet, because we're in the middle of a bloody forest, and no one can hear your screams, got it?"
He left her jaw, straightening his vest, and blew another puff. Sasha's eyes widened in horror. What were they gonna do to her? She couldn't trust them; she had to run, she had to run, she had to run away at any costs.
...THEYAREGONNAKILLYOUTHEYAREGONNAKILLYOUANDYOUWILLNEVERMEETJOSHAGAINYOULITTLEDISGUTINGTHINGRUNRUNRUNAWAY...
"What are you gonna do to me?" She sternly asked, still trying to shift her wrists out of the tight ropes, but reached no success.
"Probably sell your poor little self, if that makes me good money." The rich man said, swiftly walking out of the little dirty chamber she had been locked in. Once they were out, the panic flowed in full force. Examining her surroundings – an old bulb hanging from the ceiling, dirty ground, and all open space in the barely lit evening, and a wooden door – she tried to search for an exit, or any way she could be unconfined and run away.
A broken window was on the wall behind her. Its glass shards were lying on the ground, and she got an idea.
Shifting closer to the window, she sat straight and tried to pick up a sharp piece of glass. After many unsuccessful tries, she finally one sharp piece between the space of both of her hands, and then in an axe-like motion,, she rubbed the rope harshly against the piece, and continued doing so, until the underside of her hands bled, but the rope was cut off.
Jerking her hands immediately, she opened the knot of the rope tied on her feet, and as if on a reflex, she ran towards the door to push it out. No such luck, she tried to go through the broken window, whose sharp, broken glasses which were still intact cut her sides.
But at least she was out. Looking around, it was just luscious green trees. Lost in the woods, she tried navigating her way out of the forest by simply running through the pathways she found, as her deranged mind lead her to think.
For the most part, it was her randomly taking turns and running throughout, losing the last bits of her energy. But she had one motivation, and that was the mafia waiting for her to get back.
Hours and hours later, she finally found a way to the highway, and it lightened that hope in her again. Perhaps hope is the lifeline of love, and she walked on, her clothes now dirty and ragged, and her hair a mess, she breathed hard, trying to evade the faintness covering over.
O~O~O
A stone crashed against his wall, and annoyed, thinking who would dare to attempt such a prank on him, he irately walked to his balcony, to see her in a ragged condition, visibly tired, deprived of energy, but brightly smiling up at him.
Her lips moved in motion, and no sound came out, but the tears of relief, of contentment spilled out of her eyes.
"Josh..." She cried, so glad that he was standing before her.