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the rubble. Dead.

Chapter Three
     

    The Lebanon, outside Beirut

    The vehicle slammed into every pothole and rut on the poorly maintained road surface. Sometimes it lurched up over broken masonry, slamming her down hard against the steel sides when the wheels hit the road again. Her hands and legs were numb, the bloodstream obstructed by the tightness of her bonds. Before she lost all feeling, the agony became so extreme she felt she’d be better off dead, except she had too many things to live for. Important things.
    Abe Talley, for one. The man she shared a special bond with. He’d be out there somewhere, hunting for her. Then there were the relations waiting for her in Israel, especially her beloved Uncle Mahmoud. But her overriding emotion, the burning need that kept her from total despair, was revenge. The Torah talked of an eye for an eye, but she wanted more, much more. The cruel and filthy defilement of Hannah’s body was so horrific that nothing could punish those men enough. She’d made a solemn vow to see these animals dead. No matter what it cost her, even her life, she would see it through.
    It will be worth making any sacrifice to survive long enough to wreak vengeance on my Arab captors. To see their bodies left for the vultures to choke on.
    The vehicle jerked to a stop, causing her to slam once more against the steel sides of the truck. Limbs that were numb were squeezed inside the ropes, causing more pain to knife through her body. She heard voices, Arab voices, harsh, hostile, and cruel. She realized they’d halted at a checkpoint. The doors crashed open, sending a shaft of sunlight to brighten her dark prison. She closed her eyes, blinded by the sudden flare of light, and opened them after a few moments. She could see a crowd of unshaven, filthy men leering at her. They were all heavily armed, chattering excitedly amongst themselves, waving their weapons, and shouting abuse. One of the men climbed into the truck, and she stifled a cry as he lifted the hem of her skirt with the barrel of his rifle.
    I will not cry out! I will not scream. I won’t give them the satisfaction of knowing my fear.
      Two more Arabs jumped into the truck, both men leaned down and started to grope her body. She felt one squeeze her breasts, his hands hard and rough, and the other slid his hand under the raised skirts and felt for her genitals. She clamped her mouth rigidly closed, determined not to speak a word of protest. She’d seen animals like these before. They fed on a vulnerable woman’s fear, and she knew any sign of her terror would inflame them more. She lay still, waiting for them to rape her.
    “Stop!”
    One of the Arabs who’d kidnapped her jumped into the truck and pulled them off her. He shouted at them in fury.
    “Do you know how much this woman is worth when we sell her? If you damage her now, we could lose it all. Touch her and you pay us what she is worth. You can buy her. Go ahead; give me the money. Otherwise, leave her alone and find your own whore.”
    “We were only having fun,” one of the men grumbled.
    “I don’t give a shit. She’s ours, so fuck off out of my truck.”
    They glared at each other for long moments, and Nava feared they were about to start shooting. But someone shouted at them from outside, and they climbed out, still grumbling. Her kidnapper remained in the truck, and she could at least feel some relief he’d stopped them raping her, for whatever reason.
    Her relief was short lived. The Arab knelt down and put his hand beneath her skirts and felt inside her panties. She could smell him, the stale, unwashed stink of his body, the foul odor of his breath, gasping in deep, aroused pants. She felt him groping her genitals, and his fingers slid inside her vagina, his dirty nails sharp and ragged. She trembled with shock, with pain, and with outrage. But still she kept her mouth firmly shut. No way would she let him think he’d hurt her. The pig’s enjoyment would be