Night fell once more, and the abandoned factory sank into darkness. The moon hid behind thick clouds; the only light that reached through the windows was a faint shimmer of starlight. Outside, insects droned—ji… ji… ji…—as I sat bound to the pillar, counting the seconds of an endless night.
Hunger stirred deep in my gut, my throat felt like sand. After hours of restraint, my arms were numb, my legs heavy as lead. The hardness of the pillar pressed deep into my back, anchoring me, denying escape.
I can’t take this anymore.
I knew it was useless, but still I twisted my body with all my strength, forcing my arms and legs wide. The ropes creaked tight, tight, biting into my skin. Pain shot through my arms; I clenched my teeth—but nothing changed. Not an inch.
Then, in the distance, came the familiar sound of an engine.
Vrooom… vrooom…
Them again.
Fear rose first, but oddly, a flicker of relief followed. At least they hadn’t forgotten me. I hadn’t been completely abandoned— and that simple fact, absurdly, felt like hope.
The door opened, and the masked men entered—the same three as before. Yet the air around them was different from yesterday.
One approached without a word and yanked the cloth from my mouth. Air rushed into my dry throat—hff!—and I doubled over coughing. Just like that morning, they pressed a plastic bottle of water and a pouch of gel drink against my lips in turn. Cold water slid down my throat; sweet and sour jelly spread across my tongue. The thirst and hunger eased little by little—but their faces showed nothing. No warmth. No humanity.
After nearly half a day, the ropes around my wrists were finally untied. The pressure loosened, blood surged back, and the pins and needles burned alive again. Instinctively I tried to roll my shoulders, but froze mid-motion. Something’s off.
Their movements were rough, unsettled. They spoke in low, rapid tones—foreign words I couldn’t understand, but the frustration and urgency were clear. One slammed his hand against the wall. Another shouted back. The air between them grew taut, almost crackling.
I held my breath, waiting. The ropes were gone now—my arms and legs free, the door half-open, nothing blocking my way. My heart pounded—thump, thump, thump.
Their voices rose; the argument turned into a clash of gestures, on the edge of violence. Then, suddenly, the man holding my arm let go—just for a heartbeat.
Before I could think, my body moved. I threw all my strength into a single burst, slipped past his shoulder, and lunged for the door. I burst through, slammed it shut, and with shaking hands searched for the lock. The metal turned—click. Cold steel against my fingertips—proof that this was real.
I did it.
For one brilliant instant, hope flared in my chest. Then the shouting began.
“—!!!” Fists hammered the door; the knob rattled violently, metal shrieking under the blows. The iron groaned—creak, creak—like it might tear apart.
I turned and ran. My feet pounded the floor; cold night air stabbed into my lungs. Each breath came sharp and wheezing as I sprinted into the dark.
Down the mountain path I ran, blindly, desperately. Gravel crunched beneath my shoes; dead leaves crackled underfoot. My heart hammered—thud, thud—my breath ragged and shallow.
No footsteps behind me—yet I couldn’t trust it.
I’m free.
Relief and tension warred in my chest. I kept running downhill until, through the trees, I saw light—artificial light.
There. A town.
I pushed harder, chasing the glow. It grew brighter, closer, until the sign of a convenience store came into view. A car stood in the parking lot. A red light blinked on its roof— a police car.
Saved. The police—finally.
Tears of relief blurred my eyes. Just a few more steps, and this nightmare would end.
But as I stepped toward the parking lot—
A hand clamped over my mouth.
“Mmm—!”
I tried to scream, but the grip was crushing. I flailed, twisting my arms, fighting with everything I had left.
Then came the snap—a flash of light—BZZZT!
A sharp jolt pierced my lower back; electricity flooded my body in a violent wave. The word stun gun flickered through my mind as my vision dimmed.
No… not again…
That final thought slipped away, and the world went black.
When I came to, someone was carrying me. The ground swayed beneath my blurred vision; gravel crunched za-ri, za-ri, and the arm hooked under my shoulder pressed painfully into my ribs. My wrists were bound behind me again, a cloth stuffed into my mouth. Each breath drew in its damp, sour smell.
Through the shifting blur ahead, I saw a familiar outline— the rusted seams of corrugated iron, the flaking paint. The moonlight traced its edges, and something inside my chest snapped.
Back here. Again.
Without a word, the men carried me into the room and dropped me at the base of the pillar. The dull impact reverberated through my hips; dust rose in a thin cloud, stinging my nose. They forced me upright, pressing my back hard against the cold metal. Even through the fabric, the chill seeped in, making me shudder.
One of them grabbed a rope. His movements were sharp, angry. The cords wrapped tighter than before, biting in with mechanical precision— around my chest, my thighs, my ankles—until I couldn’t move at all.
“Mmmph…” A muffled sound escaped as the gag was pushed deeper. The rope crossed my cheeks, looped behind me, and coiled around the pillar. Each pass drew tighter, fixing my head in place until I could no longer turn, my face bound to the cold steel.
Even my neck… can’t move anymore.
My breathing grew shallow, my chest jerking with each strained gasp. The air before my eyes seemed to waver; the pulse in my temples throbbed heavy and slow.
When the tying was done, the men exchanged a brief look, then left without a word. The door creaked—gee… bang—and shut. Outside, the van’s engine rumbled low, fading gradually into the distance. Soon, only silence remained.
The whisper of wind against the wall. The rhythmic cry of insects. The night air was cold, yet beneath my skin, heat still lingered.
There’s no escape.
The thought sank deep, then disappeared altogether. No more strength to resist, no power to hope. Even the ropes now felt like part of my body.
I let my weight rest against them and slowly closed my eyes.