Cheer up, Rania. You'll figure out a way out of this

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About half an hour later, the Jeep enters a small, dilapidated-looking town. The vehicle pulls up to a small military post composed of several flat-roofed buildings. Two soldiers roughly escort you into one of them and down a flight of stairs. You are shoved into a large cell.
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About half an hour later, the Jeep enters a small, dilapidated-looking town. The vehicle pulls up to a small military post composed of several flat-roofed buildings. Two soldiers roughly escort you into one of the buildings, escorting you down some stairs before shoving you into a stone-walled cell.
You look around. There are two men already in the cell. One is a big, rough-looking Arab. The other is a small, thin Caucasian. The small man is cowering in a corner, in fear of the bigger man. You glance back at the soldiers. Both of them seem completely indifferent to the situation.
You look around. There are two men already in the cell. One is a big, rough-looking Arab. The other is a small, thin Caucasian. The small man is cowering in a corner, in fear of the bigger man. You glance back at the soldiers. Both of them seem completely indifferent to the situation.
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The cell door clangs shut with a loud BANG as the soldiers head back up the stairs. Both prisoners look up in surprise. The big man looks at you lewdly and smirks. You roll your eyes.
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The cell door clangs shut with a loud BANG as the soldiers head back up the stairs. The big man looks at you lewdly and smirks. You reflexively fold your arms around your chest and back away
"And here I thought I was gonna have to go homo with that little fucker over there to get my nuts off," snickers the big man. "But you'll do very nicely. Now make things easy on yourself and take off your clothes so I don't have to rip them off, whore."
"And here I thought I was gonna have to go homo with that little fucker over there to get my nuts off," snickers the big man. "But you'll do very nicely. Now make things easy on yourself and take off your clothes so I don't have to rip them off, whore."
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He laughs. "Like you're in any position to give me orders, slut. Well, looks like I'll just have to rip your clothes off then."
He laughs. "Like you're in any position to give me orders, slut. Well, looks like I'll just have to rip your clothes off then."
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The small man suddenly grabs him from behind. "Leave her alone!" he shouts. The big man simply breaks free easily and punches him in the face. The small man crumples to the floor.
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The small man suddenly grabs him from behind. "Leave her alone!" he shouts.
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"Now, where were we?" the big man smirks. He advances on you and reaches for your blouse.
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You swear you see a demonic glare in the big man's eyes as he turns around, undeterred, and begins to crush the smaller man's larynx. Slowly. The smaller man's eyes bulge in horror and his hands claw at the big man's arm as he's lifted into the air. Soon enough, he goes limp.
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You suddenly lash out with your booted foot, delivering a powerful low kick to his kneecap. You hear the satisfying sound of bone crunching as the kick lands. The big thug screams in pain and collapses to the cold concrete floor, clutching his brutalized knee. You kick him in the head with your big black boot, knocking him out.
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"Now, where were we?" The big man turns around and smirks. He advances on you and reaches for your blouse.
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You move across the cell and bend over the small man. "Wake up," you say, shaking him. He opens his eyes, rubbing his jaw, and looks at you, then at the unconscious thug.
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You suddenly lash out with your booted foot, delivering a powerful low kick to his kneecap...and dread washes over you as he continues his advance.  
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"How..." he begins.
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You don't have time to contemplate the alarm of your situation as he throws your face against the cell wall with a sneer. You taste blood and smell his hot breath down your neck as he growls into your ear.
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"I kicked his ass," you say simply. "By the way, thanks for what you did earlier."
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"''Savor'' this, whore."
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He looks down at his shoes. "I wasn't exactly able to do anything. I wish I could fight as well as you."
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It's going to hurt, but this is do-or-die time. You throw your head back, hoping to break the man's jaw, only for him to grab the back of your head and slam you against the wall, face-first. You can't tell if the shattering agony that overtakes you is from the impact alone, or from something actually breaking. The man grunts in satisfaction as your knees buckle to the ground, your blood drawing a smear down the wall.
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You smile. "Don't worry about it. Very few men can fight as well as me. So what are you doing here, anyway?"
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To your horror, you're not fortunate enough to be unconscious for what comes next. Blinking weakly through the blood, you can only watch as the brute lays you down against the floor, grinning all the while. He climbs onto you, pressing his weight down against your waist and arms. You doubt you'd have the strength to overpower him even if you weren't seriously injured.
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As the small man opens his mouth to speak, the big thug, from his position in the corner, stirs and groans.
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You try to turn away from him in disgust, but his hand grips your cheeks and tilts your neck back towards him.  
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*[[Knock the thug out again]]
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"I ''like'' a bitch with a little fight in her," he sneers.
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*[[Silence the thug...permanently]]
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As you try to muster a glare in response, only tears brim your eyes, and the man leans in closer.
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"And I ''love'' a bitch with no fight left to give."
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*[[Escape from Syria/Beg (1)|Beg]]
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*[[Use your cyanide capsule]]
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*[[Knock the thug out again]]
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*[[Silence the thug...permanently]]
{{Status|Equipment=''Data drive, cyanide capsule''}}
{{Status|Equipment=''Data drive, cyanide capsule''}}
[[Category: Escape from Syria]]
[[Category: Escape from Syria]]

Current revision as of 18:23, 4 September 2018

About half an hour later, the Jeep enters a small, dilapidated-looking town. The vehicle pulls up to a small military post composed of several flat-roofed buildings. Two soldiers roughly escort you into one of the buildings, escorting you down some stairs before shoving you into a stone-walled cell.

You look around. There are two men already in the cell. One is a big, rough-looking Arab. The other is a small, thin Caucasian. The small man is cowering in a corner, in fear of the bigger man. You glance back at the soldiers. Both of them seem completely indifferent to the situation.

The cell door clangs shut with a loud BANG as the soldiers head back up the stairs. The big man looks at you lewdly and smirks. You reflexively fold your arms around your chest and back away

"And here I thought I was gonna have to go homo with that little fucker over there to get my nuts off," snickers the big man. "But you'll do very nicely. Now make things easy on yourself and take off your clothes so I don't have to rip them off, whore."

Outwardly, you appear calm, but inside you are preparing to get violent and teach this fuckface a lesson. "Why don't you make things easy on yourself and just sit quietly in the corner and not bother me again?" you say, knowing he won't listen but still feeling the need to go through the formality.

He laughs. "Like you're in any position to give me orders, slut. Well, looks like I'll just have to rip your clothes off then."

The small man suddenly grabs him from behind. "Leave her alone!" he shouts.

You swear you see a demonic glare in the big man's eyes as he turns around, undeterred, and begins to crush the smaller man's larynx. Slowly. The smaller man's eyes bulge in horror and his hands claw at the big man's arm as he's lifted into the air. Soon enough, he goes limp.

"Now, where were we?" The big man turns around and smirks. He advances on you and reaches for your blouse.

You suddenly lash out with your booted foot, delivering a powerful low kick to his kneecap...and dread washes over you as he continues his advance.

You don't have time to contemplate the alarm of your situation as he throws your face against the cell wall with a sneer. You taste blood and smell his hot breath down your neck as he growls into your ear.

"Savor this, whore."

It's going to hurt, but this is do-or-die time. You throw your head back, hoping to break the man's jaw, only for him to grab the back of your head and slam you against the wall, face-first. You can't tell if the shattering agony that overtakes you is from the impact alone, or from something actually breaking. The man grunts in satisfaction as your knees buckle to the ground, your blood drawing a smear down the wall.

To your horror, you're not fortunate enough to be unconscious for what comes next. Blinking weakly through the blood, you can only watch as the brute lays you down against the floor, grinning all the while. He climbs onto you, pressing his weight down against your waist and arms. You doubt you'd have the strength to overpower him even if you weren't seriously injured.

You try to turn away from him in disgust, but his hand grips your cheeks and tilts your neck back towards him.

"I like a bitch with a little fight in her," he sneers.

As you try to muster a glare in response, only tears brim your eyes, and the man leans in closer.

"And I love a bitch with no fight left to give."

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