Brenda and Maria, and all the females with her when tossed into the iron guarded cell, and she was seen in a dimly light and dirty cell, around her are lots of women who sprawl on the bare floor in deep sleep, and their snores could be heard reverberating in the crowdy environment.
The place was piled with prisoners awaiting freedom or death, as the jihadists are known to offer no other options except the aforementioned.
"Maria." Brenda tapped the sleeping lady beside her. Then announced as she stirred awoke, "we need to get out of here now."
Maria looked confused for a moment, "oh!" She replied as recollection settled in. "Yes, how are we going to get out of here?"
"Follow me," Brenda replied. She walked close to the rod that served as a protector and peeked through the hole.
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