Chapter 2: Escape route (1)

“Dispose of them”

      My head kept those words on repeat while I shivered thinking my death was near. ‘What if I was one of them to be disposed of’ I silently mourned my demise. As far as I was sure of things, I hadn’t accomplished any future ambition that laid in my list of wishes and more so, I just graduated from college. My father and mother were badly ill and my brother needed money to finance his unpaid debts. All of the burdens fell upon my fragile head and I so much wanted to choke to death when I think about them.

     We were neither blessed with riches nor lived in extravagant mansions. I came from a very poor humble background. But Anyway, I still survived and I am pretty much alive. Moving forward, I watched him breathtakingly as he dragged up a girl, who sat a few miles away from me, and caressed her face. He passed the gun onto the other guy standing there.

       The man on his left went by the name Rick and the other, Alex. Looking at them, I was curious to know the fate of the girl so that I could easily predetermine mine.

     He grabbed her neck harshly, put a nasty kiss on her forehead, and proceeded in what he had in heart for the poor, feeble girl. His loud voice roared and echoed throughout the room as he yelled.

 “Strip her naked!” I diverted my blurred, scared vision from viewing the worse treatment she went through, and shivered. I couldn’t speak nor murmur. My voice had subdued and suddenly disappeared. My teeth gnashed in anger while hearing her screams from the opposite room.

    Tears dropped slowly down my streamlined cheekbones and I muffled in my tears. The screams increased every second and then their masochist laughter. I couldn’t fathom the joy they derived from harming and harassing that girl. So, this was the absolute extent of them being spiteful and tremendously wicked.

      No! I yelled tremendously as I flinched from the thoughts of me becoming the girl who went through hell in the opposite room. I clasped my palms together thinking of what to do next. Admitting such an awful fate was not in my agenda today's.

    My eyes strolled carefully round the room to spot the slightest escape route I could use and yes, I was lucky, I found one. However it was more difficult than I expected. At least it was better than not trying. After a long wait, my swift arms were able to untie itself and only my left arms remained. I stretched a little to grip onto a small piece of nail on an empty crate of beer, and happily, I did reach it.

     Taking the nail over to my back, I scratched the ropes gradually, swirling it between the head and the sharp pointy point to know which one was probably the best to loosen the knotted rope.

“Round them together! We are running out of time!” Alex took out the girl’s lifeless naked body on the ground and before I knew what was going on, he forcefully bashed her head off her neck with a baseball.

     I cried out watching as her thick dark red blood gushed out towards my side and surprisingly, I wasn’t the only one who had that same reaction. Every prisoner trembled, holding themselves tightly at the thought of them being next. Before I knew it again, the large metal door opened up and seven hefty men with muscles as doubled as normal came roaring like hooligans. And soon started picking people from both the left, right and center all at the same time. People screeching and begging not to be taken away disturbed my ultimate plan.

   I crossed my eyes to double-check how narrow my escape route was so as to determine if I was going to be dead or alive, and unfortunately, it had little hope. I wailed silently while my body was lifted into the air by one of the guards who came into the room earlier.

“That one should be placed in the blue vehicle, the others kill them” Alex instructed as he left the warehouse into the dark opening.

‘Gosh!” I shouted in my mind, muffled some words and struggled again, this couldn’t be my ending especially not now! The entrance was this close to me calling for an escape. Without wasting time, I bit his arms as fucking hard as I could.

 He barked in pain and dropped me down instantly and swiftly, I took the last route that showed a high percentage of escape. I looked back and saw he did not appear so happy with my approach and picked up the pace. I focused on the route and kept on running.

 My legs were feeble to the extent that I wished I had crawled from the beginning. My life had hopes and in fact, I had hopes for myself, and with that, I used all my strength to run.