Cheer up, Rania. You'll figure out a way out of this
From Create Your Own Story
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.
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 you face-first 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 into the man's lower jaw.
You hear the satisfying sound of bone crunching as the big thug screams in pain and collapses to the cold concrete floor. You kick him in the jaw and glower as it dislocates, leaving the man clutching at his mouth and gasping in pain. You kick him once more in the back of the head, and he falls silent and limp.
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. How?!" You think to yourself.
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