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C.J. woke up to find two bottles of water and some rice next to her bed. She had slept fitfully and woke up numerous times to realize that this wasn’t a dream. This was a horrific truth that she now had to face. She stared at the food as her stomach begged for food. She was hesitant before she finally started to shove the rice ravenously into her mouth. She felt sick as she placed the empty dish back onto the ground. She cracked open the water bottle, gulping down half of it quickly. She looked at the way dried blood was crusted around her wound.
She grabbed her robe, ripping off a piece of fabric, and soaking it in water. "Fuck!" She hissed as she gently dabbed at her wound, trying to keep it clean. She couldn't remember the last time she had been in so much pain. After cleaning her wound as best as she could, she tossed the soiled fabric across the room. Seconds after she placed the empty bottle back onto the ground, the door opened to reveal her attacker.
She moved backwards from him and pressed her body back into the wall. She didn’t know what he wanted but she felt scared the moment he stepped through the door. She knew fro the way that she reacted, that he knew. She took a deep breath, feeling the brick scratch the back of her arms slightly. She knew that she might not get an answer, but she needed to know, "What is your name?"
He seemed to ponder her question with patience before he started talking, “It is not as if you will be leaving alive." He said as he dragged a chair close to the mattress, sitting down heavily. "My name is Dvir. It is honestly such a shame that I am going to have to kill you. If we had met under different circumstances, I would have loved to have shown you a night out on the town the way a real man would."
C.J. felt her anger explode before she could even stop herself, “You are meaning to tell me that you know how to treat another human being decently?! In case you don’t realize where you are, I slept on a mattress that smelled like piss and I am injured by your men. You are not-“
Her words were cut as Dvir pulled her up by a handful of hair, pinning her against the wall with his hand wrapped around her throat, “You realized that my people were planning a coup with the help from Frost? Then Frost went rogue. You interfered and now you are going to die just like those other officials. I am more of a man than you any of the men that you have met over your life time.”
C.J. gasped for air as she clawed desperately at his hands. She saw stars forming in vision as she struggled to pay attention to him. She kicked desperately before she finally felt the pressure off her throat. Her thoughts were filled with Danny, she was barely processing what he said about Frost, "I know what love is. You...you have a very masochistic view of what love is. You are wrong! Frost would never betray his country!" She coughed out.
Dvir pinned her body against the wall. She could feel the brick scratching roughly into her skin as he shifted his weight, "Where is Frost? Did you have any connections with him before we got to you?"
C.J. felt tears prick her eyes despite how annoyed she was, “I…I don’t know. Okay?! I swear to God I don’t know!” She answered honestly.
Dvir stepped back, watching the way she collapsed into the mattress, "Enjoy your last water bottle, who knows when you will get another one," He sneered.
"You are a fucking sick man," She spat. She decided in that moment, that she would not go down without a fight. She knew how badly her injuries were and her body felt as though she had been hit by a bus. But the last thing she would ever do is go down without a fight. She felt her anger boil up before she stood and threw her entire body into him. She felt proud that she caught him off guard. She pivoted, running towards the door.
"Get back here you bitch!" He screamed after her, running to catch her. C.J. ran around a corner, begging to God that she could find a staircase. She felt her body begging her to stop. She looked around, seeing another corner to turn and headed for it. The fluorescent lights buzzing over head was giving her hope that she would find her way out. She glanced over her shoulder, seeing no one.
"Freeze." Said a steady voice. She looked at a man, towering a couple inches over her as her body skidded to a halt. She looked at the gun pointed at her.
C.J. slowly raised her arms before saying, "Okay...okay...look...please...if you get me out of here...I can...I can help you!" She stammered.
"Bargaining with my own man? You fool," Dvir said as he walked towards her scowling.
C.J. turned, feeling fear ice her body over as her lungs heaved for air. She had never seen such dead eyes from another human being. "I...God...please...just let me go home," She pleaded, "I don't know anything." She added.
“Now you have a God?” Dvir laughed, “God forgot you.” He hissed as he punched her hard in the rib cage. He smirked as he heard a crunching sound.
C.J. doubled over in pain, groaning before she felt herself being dragged back to the room.