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Yes
Yet again I awake in chains this time they are connected to the strong, wooden poles on either side of me. Blood flowing I stare at my raw wrists as the stinging pain floods my senses, stupid is the only word that comes into mind from the foolishness of my actions. I’m surprised that I don’t have whip-lash from the many times that this exact situation has replayed in my life over the past few days. But this time is different, this time I can escape. And I will. The metal on the chains is thin but what I am looking at is the thickness of the wooden posts. A couple of kicks to each and then I have weapons and I’m free.
As I land a solid kick to the post on my right, okay both posts only need one more swift kick, the stomping of boots interrupts my thinking looking up just in time to see five muscled men stomp into the room each carrying a thick whip with six tails, the ends of which are knotted and coated in a shiny, silver substance which looks a lot like the metal that my hands are encased in. I stare at them hoping that my strangely coloured eyes unnerve them, which by the looks on their faces does. Small victory for me, but it is at short last as they slowly approach me swinging their whips by their sides, what I think they’ve forgotten is that their not going up against some weak, fragile excuse of a women. Counting the seconds until they are close enough both my legs fly to the sides snapping the posts whilst knocking the men standing behind them unconscious, but before I can react I feel the pain first then the sound of the whip bitting into the soft, unmarred skin of my back but he only gets three more swings in before I get my posts around to him and his friends efficiently adding them to the pile on the ground with their other two comrades.
Red streams running down and soaking what is left of my tattered shirt as I search the men’s pockets for the keys to my chains I steal one of the loose fitting camouflage jackets to soak up some of the blood flowing steadily from my back, "just keep breathing, in out, in out", is what I constantly chant in my head. Lifting my eyes from the blood soaked jacket I finally see something that I like. The tightly fitting women’s camouflage jacket with a diagonal zip and a collar calls to me, as do the ripped black jeans folded neatly under the jacket. I wonder about why they have clothes like this in here for about ten seconds before I decide that it doesn't matter. Feeling the seams of the clothes for any kind of tracking devices that could be hidden inside. Changing as quickly as I can wrapping a tight black singlet, that I took off the same unconscious man missing his jacket, around most of the bloody bits of my back then encasing it in the zip up jacket. Hoping not to die of blood loss I run for the door adrenalin racing through my system ready for anything that could be behind the door of the torture room I’ve been trapped in. But what I wasn’t ready for was the surrounding area shrouded in darkness with only the moon casting beams of light. Clinging to the side of the building as my gaze travels over the buildings, military base is what instantly comes to mind but I’m not sticking around to see if I’m correct. In the shadows I stalk toward the forest senses heightening, I make a dash into the green embrace of the forest, surging through the darkness my senses shrink, the dizziness comes slowly as I bolt through the forest, small plants snapping against my shins only when the relief of water hits my legs do I finally stop and think. Looking back the way I came the trail is easy to follow stepping out of the small stream I am standing in hoping that they think I have just walked in the water following the streams path, walking cautiously through the vegetation on the other side of the stream I make my way as far as I can before collapsing in one of the worst places I could have, the middle of another grass covered clearing reminding me of the first time I saw Alex. The burning in my back only increases when I attempt to move my limp body to the side of the clearing into the cover of the trees away from direct sight, closing my eyes instantly brings the darkness which wraps arround me like a comforting blanket.
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