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2025-07-22 02:18:03“You’re lying,” I said.
“I’m not,” he replied. “But if we don’t leave now, it won’t matter. Do you want to die here?”
His words hit me like a slap.
Did I want to die here?
The truth was, I didn’t know anymore.
But the thought of the warlord’s hands on me, of being bound to him for the rest of my life, made the choice clear.
“Fine,” I said, my voice trembling. “But if you’re lying, I’ll kill you myself.”
A ghost of a smile flickered across his face.
“Fair enough.”
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KHALID
Her defiance was a spark in the darkness, a reminder of why I had come.
As I helped her to her feet, I could see the mistrust in her eyes, the way she flinched at every sound.
She didn’t believe me yet.
But she would.
I led her out of the tent, my heart pounding as we slipped past the guards.
The camp was a minefield of danger, every shadow a potential threat.
As we moved, I couldn’t help but glance at her, taking in the details—the way her hair fell over her shoulders like a raven’s wing, the way her hands shook as she clutched the chains still dangling from her wrists.
She looked like a ghost, a shell of the girl I had seen in the photograph.
But beneath the fear, I saw something else.
Something fierce and unyielding.
We would make it out.
We had to.
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NOURA
The world outside the tent was chaos—shouting, gunfire, and the acrid stench of smoke filling the air.
My heart raced as Khalid pulled me forward, his grip firm but not cruel.
He moved like a shadow, quick and deliberate, his eyes scanning every dark corner for threats.
I didn’t trust him.
Why should I?
He claimed my father had sent him, but he could just as easily be another man looking to use me, to break me in ways I couldn’t even imagine.
The cold night air stung my face as we ducked behind a stack of crates.
My bare feet scraped against the rough ground, leaving streaks of blood in our wake.
Every sound—a twig snapping, a voice calling out—felt like the prelude to my death.
“Keep moving,” he whispered, his voice low and urgent.
I wanted to scream at him, to demand answers, but the fear lodged in my throat like a stone.
All I could do was follow, my body trembling with exhaustion and terror.
We slipped past a group of armed men, their laughter cruel and careless.
My knees nearly buckled as one of them turned in our direction, but Khalid’s hand tightened around mine, steadying me.
“Stay quiet,” he mouthed.
I hated him.
I hated his calmness, his certainty, as if he had the right to drag me out of one hell and into another.
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KHALID
The camp was a labyrinth of danger, every turn a potential death trap.
I had planned this escape for weeks, studying the guards’ rotations, memorizing the layout.
But plans meant nothing when bullets started flying.
Noura was dead weight in my arms—terrified, fragile, and stubbornly silent.
I could feel her mistrust like a physical thing, a wall between us.
She didn’t believe me, didn’t believe her father had sent me.
And why should she?
I had seen what these men did to women like her.
The scars they left weren’t just on the body but in the mind, festering wounds that never fully healed.
“Move faster,” I hissed, glancing over my shoulder.
The guards were distracted for now, but it wouldn’t last.
She stumbled, her legs buckling under her, and I caught her before she hit the ground.
Her eyes met mine—wide, dark, and filled with something I couldn’t quite place.
Fear, yes, but something else too.
“Leave me,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “You’re going to get us both killed.”
“Not an option,” I said, pulling her to her feet. “You don’t get to give up.”
Her glare was sharp enough to cut, but she didn’t argue.
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NOURA
We reached the edge of the camp, where the shadows deepened and the noise of the guards faded into the background.
My chest heaved with each ragged breath, my body screaming in protest.
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