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.Farther down the road, she heard it drive by her captor’s old building.Standing and listening once more, she heard nothing.Immediately, she raced back along the grass, continuing to look over her shoulder every few steps.Nearly fifteen minutes had passed and the trees thinned out.Panting heavily, she stopped and listened for cars.There were none.Far up ahead, she saw signs of civilization.Rows of apartment buildings lined the horizon, their tops showing just above the distant treetops, two miles away.She listened again, then sprinted along the grass.Moments later, she saw movement up ahead.Quickly, she darted back into the wood and lay motionless behind a tree.With her heart pounding wildly, she watched as an old work truck drove slowly by.She breathed a momentary sigh of relief, then heard another car approaching.Lying perfectly still, she saw the large modern sedan drive by.Suddenly, she froze.In the front seat, she saw Misha’s unmistakable profile.“Oh my God, this is it.They’ll be looking for you shortly,” she said to herself.As the car rounded a bend further down the road, she instantly sprang from the trees and ran toward the distant apartment buildings.Running at full speed, she panted wildly, her lungs desperate for air.Sweat dripped from her forehead as she overheated from exhaustion.Minutes later, she began to slow as the trees now disappeared and the land opened up into large fields.Exposed and vulnerable, panic raced through her body.With over a mile to go, she searched for anything she could use as cover along the way.There was nothing.Up ahead, another car approached.Franticly, she looked for somewhere to hide.With the open fields flat and featureless, she had little choice: she continued on.The car slowed.Serena held her stare straight ahead, pretending to be a jogger.As she ran out of wind and finally stopped, the car continued on by.Relief swept over her, but only for a moment.Farther up ahead, another car approached.Serena took several large breathes, clearing out her lungs.Digging deep, she began to run once more.“Half mile, keep going.Don’t stop,” she said as encouragement under her breath.The old rusted car slowed.Serena kept her pace steady.As it passed, three passengers stared out their open windows.For a moment, she felt relief, then heard the sound of squealing tires behind her.She turned and watched in horror as the car was now turning around.“God, no!” she cried out in fear.Instantly, she ran at full speed.With a half mile to go, she knew she was in trouble.Panting deeply and sweating profusely, she concentrated on the apartments now clearly visible.She glanced over her shoulder.The car was gaining.Serena’s mind raced.There was nowhere to run… nowhere to hide.With her heart pounding, she felt as if she were going to collapse.As the car pulled alongside her, two men hung outside over their door.She glanced over her shoulder.These were not her captors.She felt a moment’s relief.Suddenly, loud shouts startled her.As the car pulled slightly ahead, she noticed their body markings and rough attire.The smell of alcohol spewed from the open windows.‘Young punks,’ Serena thought to herself in anger.Yelling in their foreign language, Serena could only guess their meanings.Suggestive and obscene, their hand gestures were unmistakable.These men were dangerous and she was now in serious trouble.She looked at the men, back to the apartments, then across the open field.As her paced began to slow, so did the car of thugs.She knew that when she stopped, they would too and she might never be heard from again.With little choice left, she veered off into the open field.Running at a slower pace, the moistened ground caused her to run even slower.Instantly, the car veered off toward her in reaction, the drunken driver surprised by his own stupidity.He hauled the wheel away from the field, but only too late.The front tire sunk into the wet soil, followed by the rear tire.Like an anchor on a boat, the two tires forced the car to a complete stop.The three drunken men piled out of the car and stumbled around the vehicle, assessing their dilemma.In a moment of rage, one of the men charged after Serena.Looking over her shoulder, her fear was extreme and intense.Tears streamed down her face and she let out a guttural cry.With her last once of energy, she made one last attempt at escape.She picked up her speed slightly, and now matched the speed of the charging man twenty yards behind her.Seeing the distance between he and Serena go unchanged, the drunken man increased his speed.Losing his footing in the moist grass, he stumbled and fell [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Farther down the road, she heard it drive by her captor’s old building.Standing and listening once more, she heard nothing.Immediately, she raced back along the grass, continuing to look over her shoulder every few steps.Nearly fifteen minutes had passed and the trees thinned out.Panting heavily, she stopped and listened for cars.There were none.Far up ahead, she saw signs of civilization.Rows of apartment buildings lined the horizon, their tops showing just above the distant treetops, two miles away.She listened again, then sprinted along the grass.Moments later, she saw movement up ahead.Quickly, she darted back into the wood and lay motionless behind a tree.With her heart pounding wildly, she watched as an old work truck drove slowly by.She breathed a momentary sigh of relief, then heard another car approaching.Lying perfectly still, she saw the large modern sedan drive by.Suddenly, she froze.In the front seat, she saw Misha’s unmistakable profile.“Oh my God, this is it.They’ll be looking for you shortly,” she said to herself.As the car rounded a bend further down the road, she instantly sprang from the trees and ran toward the distant apartment buildings.Running at full speed, she panted wildly, her lungs desperate for air.Sweat dripped from her forehead as she overheated from exhaustion.Minutes later, she began to slow as the trees now disappeared and the land opened up into large fields.Exposed and vulnerable, panic raced through her body.With over a mile to go, she searched for anything she could use as cover along the way.There was nothing.Up ahead, another car approached.Franticly, she looked for somewhere to hide.With the open fields flat and featureless, she had little choice: she continued on.The car slowed.Serena held her stare straight ahead, pretending to be a jogger.As she ran out of wind and finally stopped, the car continued on by.Relief swept over her, but only for a moment.Farther up ahead, another car approached.Serena took several large breathes, clearing out her lungs.Digging deep, she began to run once more.“Half mile, keep going.Don’t stop,” she said as encouragement under her breath.The old rusted car slowed.Serena kept her pace steady.As it passed, three passengers stared out their open windows.For a moment, she felt relief, then heard the sound of squealing tires behind her.She turned and watched in horror as the car was now turning around.“God, no!” she cried out in fear.Instantly, she ran at full speed.With a half mile to go, she knew she was in trouble.Panting deeply and sweating profusely, she concentrated on the apartments now clearly visible.She glanced over her shoulder.The car was gaining.Serena’s mind raced.There was nowhere to run… nowhere to hide.With her heart pounding, she felt as if she were going to collapse.As the car pulled alongside her, two men hung outside over their door.She glanced over her shoulder.These were not her captors.She felt a moment’s relief.Suddenly, loud shouts startled her.As the car pulled slightly ahead, she noticed their body markings and rough attire.The smell of alcohol spewed from the open windows.‘Young punks,’ Serena thought to herself in anger.Yelling in their foreign language, Serena could only guess their meanings.Suggestive and obscene, their hand gestures were unmistakable.These men were dangerous and she was now in serious trouble.She looked at the men, back to the apartments, then across the open field.As her paced began to slow, so did the car of thugs.She knew that when she stopped, they would too and she might never be heard from again.With little choice left, she veered off into the open field.Running at a slower pace, the moistened ground caused her to run even slower.Instantly, the car veered off toward her in reaction, the drunken driver surprised by his own stupidity.He hauled the wheel away from the field, but only too late.The front tire sunk into the wet soil, followed by the rear tire.Like an anchor on a boat, the two tires forced the car to a complete stop.The three drunken men piled out of the car and stumbled around the vehicle, assessing their dilemma.In a moment of rage, one of the men charged after Serena.Looking over her shoulder, her fear was extreme and intense.Tears streamed down her face and she let out a guttural cry.With her last once of energy, she made one last attempt at escape.She picked up her speed slightly, and now matched the speed of the charging man twenty yards behind her.Seeing the distance between he and Serena go unchanged, the drunken man increased his speed.Losing his footing in the moist grass, he stumbled and fell [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]