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The Escape — The Day Alex Became Unstoppable
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2026-01-06 15:25:06The zip ties were behind her back. That mattered.
Alex flexed her fingers slowly, feeling the plastic bite deeper into skin already rubbed raw. Circulation screamed. Tendons strained. She welcomed the pain—it anchored her. Around her, the cage breathed.
Women pressed shoulder to shoulder. Some cried quietly. Some stared too hard at nothing.
Ma’s voice trembled as she spoke, the words folding around grief and fear. Khmer didn’t have an x sound. “Alec…”
Alex closed her eyes. Something inside her went cold. Not rage. Clarity. She inhaled once, rolled her shoulders back, and pulled. The zip ties creaked. Plastic stretched. She pulled again—harder—using her back, her shoulders, the brutal leverage of a body that had survived worse. The snap was sharp. Pain flared as broken edges cut into her wrists. Alex didn’t make a sound. She brought her hands forward, blood dripping from her fingers, and reached for Ma.
“The bracelet,” she said. “I’ll give it back. I promise. But I need to get everyone out of here.”
Ma was already moving.
Alex threaded the diamond bracelet between the bars and began to saw.
Metal screamed quietly. Each movement precise. Patient. Diamonds bit into welds meant to last decades. Her hands shook—not from fear, but restraint. Muay Thai is about timing, she reminded herself. And commitment. When the bar finally gave, it bent inward with a dull groan. Then another. She kicked the weakened section out. The cage opened. Alex stepped through. Several women followed.
She turned immediately. “No one leaves the cages,” she said, voice low and lethal. “Not yet.”
“We can help—”
Then a woman named Eve stepped forward. “We’re not letting you do this alone.”
Alex studied their faces. Fear. Fury. Resolve. “Then stay behind me,” she said. “And don’t hesitate.”
They didn’t. The facility never stood a chance. They moved like something feral had been waiting just beneath their skin. Guards dropped before alarms could form in mouths. At first, they didn’t kill. They neutralized.
Alex directed. “Left corridor.” “Stairs.” “Bind them.”
Guards were knocked unconscious, zip-tied to pipes, benches, railings—anything solid enough to make standing impossible. Weapons stripped. Safeties clicked off. Magazines checked. A pile of guns grew. No screams carried.
Alex moved faster than thought. She passed the men’s cell once—and stopped. Hour met her eyes through the bars. Bloodied. Furious. Alive. Behind him, a young man named Dade watched silently, gaze flicking over her wrists, her stance, the way the air bent around her.
“I don’t have the keys yet,” Alex said. “I’m getting them. And answers about where they took Haku.”
Hour nodded, he was speechless. Was that really his wife?
She turned away.
The warden was exactly where men like him always were—behind a desk, pretending walls made him untouchable. He leaned back in his chair, eyes dragging over her hair, her hands, the blood already staining the floor. “You think this ends well for you?” he sneered. “You walk around with death written all over you. All that red?” He smiled. “That’s what makes it easy to see you coming. You and that halfbreed you spawned—”
Alex crossed the room in silence. She dragged him across the desk by his collar and cut him. Slowly. Deliberately. She carved into his chest like she was writing something the world needed to remember. Each slice earned. Each scream ignored. He begged. She didn’t answer. When she killed him, it was final. Intimate. Irreversible. Alex stood over the body, blood soaking her hands, her arms, her clothes. Breathing hard.
Behind her, Eve whispered, “RD… what does that mean?”
Alex didn’t look back. “Red Death,” she said. Not claiming it. Just answering.
She turned. The women were there. Kneeling.
Alex stared at them. “Don’t be idiots. Get up. We’re not done.”
No one moved.
“You didn’t run,” Eve said kneeling as well. “You didn’t leave us.”
“Of course I didn’t,” Alex snapped. “I’m not leaving anyone behind.”
Mazikene lifted her head. “That's why we followed you, we knew.”
The others nodded.
Alex exhaled slowly. “Then there’s no going back.”
She picked up the warden’s gun. Then the keys. Only then did killing begin. By choice.
She stopped in front of the men’s cell doors, soaked in blood, the ladies moved on finishing what she started. The door opened with a heavy clang.
Eve took the keys, not even hesitating to take the spot as Alex's right-hand "I'll get your Mother-in-law and bring her to you."
Hour stepped out—and stopped. Not because of the blood, not completely anyway. Because of her. Something had shifted. Not rage. Authority.
Dade stepped forward last. “I can help,” he said quietly. “I can find him.”
Alex didn’t understand why they chose to follow her. But they did. And the world would pay for that choice.
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