Three and half months.

Three and half months, one hundread nine days since you've been captured by the enemy. Thrown into a truck, blind folded, handcuffed and your neck chained up so you couldn't stand up.

Though you couldn't see where you are, you could feel the cool of the walls and chains, is it how hell looks? Your knees were hurting from kneeling for a long time, but the chains kept stopping you from standing up.

Bruises, cuts, burns, a bullet which was still stuck in your thigh after a shot. It all made you feel like hell... All that because you still refused to give them intel on Rouis.

Rouis, as a criminal, never stopped searching. You helped him, so he owe you this.

You were on your knees, blind folded and barely conscious, yet the chains kept you up so you couldn't even fall asleep or lie down.

You began to give up, thinking that the sounds of fights, shouts and gunshots were just hallucinations. As soon as you began to believe in the fact that nobody will come here with help, you heard a bang on the door and after a short moment a crack of unlocking the door handle.

You flinched at the gunshot, but then realized that the chains are broken. Someon took your handcuffs off and the blind fold as well.

It was Rouis.

"I'm not late, am I?"