His Hostage

Into The Fog

I am not a weakling but there are so many of them.

"What do these people want from me?"

In the middle of all these hustle I heard someone say,"keep her alive". The voice felt vaguely familiar.

Another blow, and another...It is getting more and more difficult to keep up.

Never ever in my life had I imagined I would face such situation.

"Surrender ,young lady" a female voice says. She looked like she is in her thirties.

"Over my dead body" I hissed.

Somehow these people are making sure I'm not brutally hurt but why...

Someone tries to pick me up but I struggle and fall on my back. I think I've sprained my ankle.

"s**t" I muttered but summon all my strength and get up. The very next moment I fall flat on my face. My whole body suddenly feels numb.

I again try to stand and strangely no one has attacked in the meantime. Just when I thought I might be safe a hand comes from behind and covers my nose.

"Help, help...somebody please help", tears stream down my eyes and I tried to shout in muffled voice.

Through the haze I caught a glimpse of -a man. The same man who spoke to me a while back.

And then....nothing.