November 18th, 2008
Iraq - Western Borderline
The harsh morning cold awakens a woman tied up to a chair, gagged and beaten. She coughs out all the remaining anguish and torment that she could recollect, but to no avail. Her name is Agent Jill Cassel, CIA operative for 10 years and now seemingly another american hostage about to be killed off by terrorists.
"This was suppose to be an easy mission", she would tell herself. "Get in and get out, but not like this....not like fucking this!" murmured Jill. The brisk sunlight draped the room she was confined in. The floor covered in dirt, dust and innocent blood. The stench was vile and thick. The walls decked out with newspaper clipings of terrorist attacks and civil war reigning Iraq. She sensed death was near, unless she do something about it. She was beaten and bruised, but her mind and focus remained strong. She realizes she is all alone in the cell of a room. She had to act quickly or else face certain death.
"C'mon Jill! Let's get out of here!" she whispered. She struggles to unbind her rope...the sensation of the rope grinding her wrists brings slight pleasure to her. She feeds off the pain and uses it for her advantage. The rope starts burning her flesh, scrapping and bruising. She is starting to bleed, but continues on. She grinds her teeth until she is able to loosen on of her arms out from the rope. Just then, she hears foot steps heading towards the door. She moves her free arm behind her and plays possum. A shadowy figure enters the room, equipted with an AK-47 shouldered and a silver plated knife strapped to his waist-side. He lays the weapon down against the wall and lingers over Jill. He rips open her shirt revealing her breasts. He rubs and squeezes her nipples and slips his tongue in her ear. He then unzips his pants and is about to whip out his manhood, until he suddenly freezes in one abrupt motion. The man stood still, with a look on his face that made it seem as if he saw a ghost. He looks down to realize Jill slashed his testicles off with his knife. He whimpered in agony without a single scream; the shock took into effect. He falls to his knees, as Jill slowly stares into his eyes. "My turn!" she screamed as she stabs the knife directly into his left eye!
Jill frees herself from the chair as she steps over the lifeless carcus that was one of her captivators. She picks up the AK-47 and with a grin to her face walked towards the door, one step closer to her escape. She gasped "I'm about to unleash doom." As she was about to walk into hell - a hell she must go through for her survival. "Let's do it!" she shouted as she cocked her gun of freedom.
To Be Continued.
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