: The Rescue
306 Words
Reni had no idea how much time had passed since Dr. Vance had left her in the sterile room. Days? Weeks? The isolation was unbearable. She had lost track of how many times she had begged for freedom, for someone to help her and her unborn child only to be met with cold silence.
But then, something changed.
A soft sound—footsteps—echoed down the hallway outside her cell. They weren’t the heavy, uniformed steps of the guards. These were lighter, more deliberate. Someone who knew exactly where they were going.
Reni’s heart skipped a beat. Could it be?
The door to her cell opened with a quiet hiss. She blinked, her eyes adjusting to the dim light, and there he stood. Demien.
“Demien,” she whispered, disbelief flooding her chest. “You came for me.”
His eyes softened as he stepped toward her, his face filled with concern. “Of course, I did,” he said, his voice a low whisper. “I told you I would.”
Without another word, he moved quickly to her side, unlocking the restraints that held her down. Reni’s body felt weak and unsteady as she stood, but Demien was there, his strong arms supporting her.
“Come on,” he urged softly, his hand resting gently on her back. “We’re getting out of here. Together.”
They moved through the labyrinth of sterile hallways, evading guards and slipping past security checkpoints. Demien’s knowledge of the facility’s systems gave them an edge, but it was Reni’s resilience that kept them moving forward. She didn’t know if she could trust her legs, but she trusted Demien.
At last, they reached the exit.
Demien pulled her into the night air, the cool breeze brushing across her face as they stepped outside. She felt free. Finally free.
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