And I had no idea what had become of him.
Just stay calm.
You can get out of this.
Use that brain of yours to find a solution.
There was always a solution to any problem.
The room was a dorm. It just had the bed in the corner with nothing else. The door was closed and probably locked. I walked to it, thankful I was still wearing the same clothes as the night before, and tried to get the door open.
The handle wouldn’t budge. It was tightly locked in place. I tried to jiggle it, but it wouldn’t move a centimeter.
Alright, I just have to find something to open the door.
I searched the room but found nothing useful. My bed was just a mattress on the floor with a few blankets. There wasn’t a closet or even a bathroom. I was in a room with four walls.
I eyed the porthole with disappointment. Even if I could bash it open, I wouldn’t be able to fit through it. All I could hope for was to drown. I had no idea what my future held, so that might be a good choice.
Before I had a chance to think about it further, the door opened.
A man in all black walked inside, a gun on his hip. He had a thick black beard and unforgiving eyes. One look at him told me everything I needed to know. He was ice-cold and relentless. Nothing could appeal to his good nature because he didn’t have one. He stared at me with a stoic expression, his thoughts a mystery.
“Let me go before I smash your face in.” I wasn’t a martial arts master, but I knew a few things. I wouldn’t mind breaking his nose and making it bleed all over his clothes.
A smile formed on his lips, but it looked like a sneer. “You’re a feisty one.” His voice contained an accent. I couldn’t make it out right away, but it sounded Italian. I didn’t have much experience with foreigners. It was embarrassing to admit that I’d never traveled overseas.
“No. I’m a violent one.”
He chuckled, like this conversation was amusing. “Oh, I’ll show you violent.” He walked farther into the room, his heavy boots thudding with every step.
I held my ground until that moment. He terrified me, and my body automatically reacted. I stepped back until I was on the bed, my back against the wall.
He grabbed me by the throat and threw me hard against the ground.
I slammed into the steel, feeling the bones in my body cry out in pain. A train had just crashed into me, and I couldn’t recover. I saw stars even though his push wasn’t as bad as it could have been.
Maybe I wasn’t as strong as I thought.
He undid his belt then moved for his trousers.
That was the best painkiller I’d ever received. The injuries felt negligent compared to the fight that erupted inside me. This asshole was going to rape me. Well, he was going to try to rape me.
I eyed the buckle of his belt, which dangled freely now that it was undone.
My captor watched me carefully, that sneer back in full force. “I’m gonna fuck you in the ass. Then I’m gonna fuck you in the cunt.”
“Good luck with that.” I snatched the buckle and yanked it out of his trousers. His pants immediately fell to his thighs, and I rolled away with the belt in my grip. I tightened it around my hands then jumped on him, using all my strength to kill this bastard. I got the belt around his neck then fell behind him, pulling on it as hard as I could. I kicked his knees and made him buckle to the floor.
He grabbed the leather and tried to pull it off, but it was no use. My grip was too tight, my hatred unstoppable. I yanked harder, having no guilt about killing this rapist.
The door flew open, and two more guys filed in. They saw the pants around his ankles and the blue tint of his face.
The one on the left pointed his gun at me. “Drop him.”
I pulled harder. “Let me go or he dies.”
He kept the gun fixated on me. “Now.”
I tightened the belt and refused to let him go. “If you want your friend to live, I suggest you tell me where the nearest exit is located.”
He shifted the gun to my captor and pulled the trigger.
I heard the sound and felt his body go limp in my arms at the exact same