After returning safely from the Survey Corps HQ, I immediately fell asleep. Soon, I sighed in my sleep and reached up to scratch an itchy spot on the back of my head. However, I was jerked awake when my arm wouldn't move. Despite my sleepiness, my eyes flew open and quickly adjusted to my situation. I had been tied to a wooden chair, a thick rope bounding my arms to my torso. My ankles had also been tied together and thankfully not to the chair legs. It looked like I was currently in some damp basement. By the looks of things, somewhere within the Wall Rose on the west side. The floor was simply damp from leaking water somewhere. Considering Wall Sina was the wealthiest of the three districts, all their floors would've been cemented over. Wall Maria was out of the question as it was swarming with Titans and there's no way my abductors could've survived dragging my unconscious body past them. The West side of Wall Rose was where the main body of fish and aquatic crops were bred and hence was the most likely position of the cause of the wet floor. Light from the break of the dawn seeped into the room from a small window in front of me, near the top corner of the room. As I watched the room slowly light up, more details of my abduction place appeared. Thick wooden door, copper hinges and knob. Usually used for basements and wine cellars. Unevenly shaped grey bricks built the walls, pointing to the likely house of a farmer or agricultural worker.

How the hell did I manage to sleep through being abducted? It was almost impossible, as my experience being in the Survey Corps had taught me to always be cautious, even when sleeping. They must've drugged me yet again. I made a mental note to see the Doc after this so he could check that I was internally okay after all these chemicals in my system.

"Looks like she's finally awake."

I glanced towards the door and spotted Military Police Officer Benjamin, a fellow investigator of Fuji's. My eyes automatically narrowed.

Just how many people were involved in this corruption ring?

"How are you feeling, Officer Hazura?" he grabbed another wooden chair and straddled it facing me. I shot him a dark look.

"Like shit." I answered honestly.

"That's good. Anyway, I'll cut right to the chase. You are to answer yes or no. Understand?"

I glared at Benjamin with the worst expression I could think of. He grinned and suddenly lashed out, slapping my left cheek. I grunted in pain and almost bit my tongue.

"Let's try again. Yes or no?"

I spit out saliva onto his shoe before replying.

"Yes."

"You are working with an Inspector?"

"Yes."

"On this corruption ring within the Wall Sina?"

"Yes."

"Who is the Inspector?"

I stayed quiet on that. I was not going to pull Fuji into the same trouble I was. However, I did gain some points. First, the MP commander Jefferson was definitely not in the corruption ring, otherwise he could've and would've pulled Fuji and myself off the case. Second, Benjamin had confirmed his role in the corruption ring, as he referred to it as 'this corruption', rather than 'the corruption'. Last but not least, he slapped like a girl.

"Who is the inspector, Officer Hazura?"

I remained silent and continued glaring. Benjamin narrowed his eyes and finally sighed. However, it didn't seem like it was in defeat.

"Perhaps a little persuasion is necessary." He moved from his chair and exited the room for a few minutes before returning with two other officers, clearly part of the corruption as well. I gritted my teeth and steeled myself. Let's see if they can compare to the Titans.

I coughed out blood again, as Benjamin and his hoons finally left me alone after a few hours. I was in pain but at least I was alive and not sitting in the middle of a Titan stomach. My brain then began to come up with ideas to somehow break free from this temporary prison of mine. Like hell I was going to wait until someone came to rescue me. Considering that I had been abducted in the early hours of the morning, it was possible that no one had even noticed my absence yet.

First step was to get out of my binds before I could even try to do anything. I assessed the tightness of the bindings. Funnily enough, the rope around my ankles were tight, while my torso was relatively looser but had many more layers to it. I searched the room with my eyes for a sharp edge and unfortunately did not see any. They must've removed all the sharp tools in case I decided to escape. That counts as the one smart thing that they did.

I then tested the sturdiness of the chair, rocking back and forth on it. The wood creaked as I leaned in it and if I put enough force in it, the legs seemed to almost unhinge from the seat. This was my chance to get free. I braced myself, before leaning forward and attempting to stand on my bound feet. I failed the first time, landing heavily back onto all four wooden legs. Grunting with effort, I tried again.

"Come on...come on…" I chanted as I slowly leaned as far as I dared without face palming the concrete floor.

Finally, I was balanced on my two feet and took a deep breath. My adrenaline and nerves were pumping full time. I almost winced at the mere thought at what I was going to do but right now, I had no other choice. I prayed silently for success and braced myself.

I was going to throw myself full force into the floor in an attempt to break the chair and hence wriggle from the bonds. What an insane genius idea.

"One. You're crazy. Two. But you're desperate. Three!"

I flung myself into the air, heading towards the ground, chair first. A sudden, and might I add extremely painful, force rocketed through my back. Trying not to yell, I clenched my teeth together. However, from what I felt, the chair had broken. Taking a few minutes to recover, I soon wriggled out of my rope bindings and quickly undid my ankles. It was then that my injuries from Benjamin and his MPs began to throb. My stomach felt like shit, I was covered in dirt, blood and bruises but no bones felt broken.

Done with that, I instantly began to search the room. As expected, there were no sharp items lying around. A couple sacks of potatoes lay in the corner. An old wooden drawer sat in another corner and a short bookshelf stood against the back wall. One whole wall had been stripped of agricultural tools, leaving behind empty leather bindings which held up said tools. Quickly gathering what I could before the hoons came back, I began ripping the leather from the wall and tied them together to form one long whip-like weapon. It would have to do until I found my 3DMG. I then tore apart the pages from the few books there, ripping them into confetti, useful for a distraction. Moving next, I gathered the rope that had bound me, slung it over my shoulder and then pulled out one of the drawers. Done with the room, I lay behind the door and waited.