You’d lost count of the days you’d been kept as a hostage, locked up in a dark cell. One day, or night.. you had no concept of time anymore, you were lying in the corner of your cell, crying into your cloth gag. laying against the filthy concrete floor, You heard gunshots and shouts from upstairs. Somebody peered into your cell, a soldier, he lowered his gun, his deep brown eyes softening upon seeing you. “I’m here t’help..” the Scottish man whispered quietly, his deep voice reassuring