Cheer up, Rania. You'll figure out a way out of this
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Revision as of 19:19, 11 March 2014
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.
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. Both prisoners look up in surprise. The big man looks at you lewdly and smirks. You roll your eyes.
"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. The big man simply breaks free easily and punches him in the face. The small man crumples to the floor.
"Now, where were we?" the big man 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. 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.
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.
"How..." he begins.
"I kicked his ass," you say simply. "By the way, thanks for what you did earlier."
He looks down at his shoes. "I wasn't exactly able to do anything. I wish I could fight as well as you."
You smile. "Don't worry about it. Very few men can fight as well as me. So what are you doing here, anyway?"
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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