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Chapter 44

We were transported to a place that resembles an old factory that's most probably not in use anymore, from the looks of it. Rusted metal, holes in the roof and walls, there are small puddles of water from the rain that fell through the biggest one in the roof of the dilapidated building. It smells like rat piss and cold is an understatement for the temperature of this place.

We have been locked and tied up for probably around five hours by now, give or take and the sun has already come up as the rays are coming through those unsightly holes. At least the blindfolds were taken off as soon as we were shoved in here like animals.

Domenico was sitting in a metal chair a few meters away from me bolted to the ground, with his hands still tied behind his back and his feet to the legs of the chair. They have been beating him up for fifteen minutes every hour and made me watch as they humiliated him. He has blood all over his face, probably from a cut in his hairline and his right eye is swollen shut.

He has been asking me every half an hour in between his conscious and unconscious state if I'm still fine and if I'm still able to hold on in this cold. I know he's worried because I'm pregnant and for the safety of our unborn baby, but my biggest concern lies with the state he's in. It's not like we can change our situation immediately, but I do however reassure him that I am still fine because one of us must have a positive outlook on this horrible situation we came to find ourselves in.

My mind is working overtime and it's true what they say. You mind can be your own worst enemy.

I hate seeing him like this and it makes me feel so useless and powerless. The sparkle he always had in his eyes dimmed more every round they took on him. They were not holding back because they were very brutal with their beatings and even used some of the rusted poles to beat him with. How he's still alive after noticing what they've done I still can't fathom.

They know they would have lost the fight if he wasn't tied up. Cowards!

It breaks me to see Domenico in this state with him so defenseless and vulnerable. I know I can get us out of here somehow. They probably think it would be harder for us to escape if Domenico is injured, but they have another thing coming. I know they underestimate me by not searching my body before tying us up. Luckily, I somehow prepared for the worst, and they probably thought I'm a defenseless doll. Well, the joke's on them.

I can literally feel the rope loosen the more I try to wiggle out of it and I'm slowly but surely making progress. I'm just wondering how many people are patrolling this place and who kidnapped us. I need to know that for when we actually do escape because we will.

My wrists are probably open or bleeding now because I can feel the cold on it as the as the breeze blows over it. I also had a pee earlier that I am unable to feel anymore as it's so damn cold in here even though the sun is up.

Domenico is unconscious again and it seems his condition had worsened drastically within the hour. He has more unconscious periods than conscious ones and that's very concerning for me.

Some time has passed, and they have not shown up again and I consider it a good thing because he's breathing has become a little strained, probably from the pain. Now his body needs to heal until we can escape.

My wrists are almost free from this rope, but I don't want to loosen it all the way, just enough so it is easy to fool them into thinking I'm still tied up. I tried to listen for any footsteps or noises, but nothing so far.

Later in the day the sun was already on its way to set when I hear footsteps approaching and the lock in the door being turned. Who would be so stupid to lock a door when the building clearly has holes which I can crawl through to get out of here.