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caved in. He laughed and said their fun with me was going to start as soon as they unloaded the ransom swag. Up to that time, he was the only one who had raped me.
"That's when I took my tools out. Carl cut two five inch pieces of hacksaw blade for each of us. He left one with the teeth on it, and he made the other into a small, thin, knife with three inches sharpened. Both fit inside our belts at the small of our backs. I cut a piece off the tail of my shirt, as Carl said I should, to wrap around the end of the saw or knife for a handle to get a good grip on them."
Kira wiped her eyes with the back of her hands. "The chains securing us were light weight, like what's used in swings sets. It's light but plenty strong to hold anyone by the neck. It took about twenty minutes to saw through both sides of a link in my chain."
She hesitated and looked at the floor, avoiding eye contact with everyone. "I heard Rance tell a man in the other room to stay inside and check on us routinely. But he didn't look in on us at all.
"I'd not heard talking in the other room since the others went outside. I yelled to our guard that Tony was choking and looked like he was dying. I prayed I was right, and the man would be alone. When I heard the padlock on the door being worked, I hid behind the door until it opened fully. The guard, a skinny slimebag they called Snark, stepped inside. I knew by his body movements when he noticed I was missing. Before he could turn or yell for the others, I slammed the door shut and raced forward. I reached over his right shoulder and jabbed the knife into his throat. I dragged him down to his hands and knees and rode his back to the floor. He struggled frantically. I still remember clearly the gurgling sound as he tried to breathe. I continued to cut deeper because I was afraid to stop. Finally, his head dropped forward onto the stone floor and he was dead." She looked up and surveyed the faces before her. We all sat in rapt attention. No one made a sound.
"The keys for the locks on the chains hung outside our cell. I freed Albert and Tony and helped them to the main room. We didn't know if you could find us, and we figured we might die here, but we agreed to die together and die fighting." She pointed across the room. "We each grabbed an AK and extra magazines from that rack against the wall and began shooting at those animals. You know the rest. We're thankful you were able to find us. Thank you for risking your lives to rescue us." Kira's eyes had teared again. Her expression was timid but grim and her lips trembled as she finished her tale of horror, escape, and retribution.
No one spoke as we absorbed the impact of the extreme cruelty she'd been put through and the personal inhibitions she'd had to circumvent to escape further abuse. Then several people stood and clapped softly. The whole group followed. Maria, Andrea, and Shana quickly moved to Kira and hugged her as all four wept. Looking around through blurred vision, I didn't see a dry eye in the bunch.
Several of us stepped outdoors in the dark, careful to stay within several feet of the door. We spoke in subdued tones while engaged in multiple conversations. Everyone stopped when Albert's son, Vince, said, "I wonder why these guys didn't grab a truck with Kira in it on the way in from a scrounging trip instead of when they were going out empty?"
After a few moments of thought, I spoke up. "I can think of three reasons. First, the incoming load could be lawn furniture, fertilizer or cattle feed, which they wouldn't want. Second, with three hostages they could demand a full load of food, weapons, and ammo like they did. And last, judging by the treatment and threats that Rance character inflicted on our people he must have been a cruel, controlling, sadistic bastard. The hostages gave him power over us and he likely thought he could do it again and we'd comply again.”
Our trip back to the compound proceeded with the now routine
"That's when I took my tools out. Carl cut two five inch pieces of hacksaw blade for each of us. He left one with the teeth on it, and he made the other into a small, thin, knife with three inches sharpened. Both fit inside our belts at the small of our backs. I cut a piece off the tail of my shirt, as Carl said I should, to wrap around the end of the saw or knife for a handle to get a good grip on them."
Kira wiped her eyes with the back of her hands. "The chains securing us were light weight, like what's used in swings sets. It's light but plenty strong to hold anyone by the neck. It took about twenty minutes to saw through both sides of a link in my chain."
She hesitated and looked at the floor, avoiding eye contact with everyone. "I heard Rance tell a man in the other room to stay inside and check on us routinely. But he didn't look in on us at all.
"I'd not heard talking in the other room since the others went outside. I yelled to our guard that Tony was choking and looked like he was dying. I prayed I was right, and the man would be alone. When I heard the padlock on the door being worked, I hid behind the door until it opened fully. The guard, a skinny slimebag they called Snark, stepped inside. I knew by his body movements when he noticed I was missing. Before he could turn or yell for the others, I slammed the door shut and raced forward. I reached over his right shoulder and jabbed the knife into his throat. I dragged him down to his hands and knees and rode his back to the floor. He struggled frantically. I still remember clearly the gurgling sound as he tried to breathe. I continued to cut deeper because I was afraid to stop. Finally, his head dropped forward onto the stone floor and he was dead." She looked up and surveyed the faces before her. We all sat in rapt attention. No one made a sound.
"The keys for the locks on the chains hung outside our cell. I freed Albert and Tony and helped them to the main room. We didn't know if you could find us, and we figured we might die here, but we agreed to die together and die fighting." She pointed across the room. "We each grabbed an AK and extra magazines from that rack against the wall and began shooting at those animals. You know the rest. We're thankful you were able to find us. Thank you for risking your lives to rescue us." Kira's eyes had teared again. Her expression was timid but grim and her lips trembled as she finished her tale of horror, escape, and retribution.
No one spoke as we absorbed the impact of the extreme cruelty she'd been put through and the personal inhibitions she'd had to circumvent to escape further abuse. Then several people stood and clapped softly. The whole group followed. Maria, Andrea, and Shana quickly moved to Kira and hugged her as all four wept. Looking around through blurred vision, I didn't see a dry eye in the bunch.
Several of us stepped outdoors in the dark, careful to stay within several feet of the door. We spoke in subdued tones while engaged in multiple conversations. Everyone stopped when Albert's son, Vince, said, "I wonder why these guys didn't grab a truck with Kira in it on the way in from a scrounging trip instead of when they were going out empty?"
After a few moments of thought, I spoke up. "I can think of three reasons. First, the incoming load could be lawn furniture, fertilizer or cattle feed, which they wouldn't want. Second, with three hostages they could demand a full load of food, weapons, and ammo like they did. And last, judging by the treatment and threats that Rance character inflicted on our people he must have been a cruel, controlling, sadistic bastard. The hostages gave him power over us and he likely thought he could do it again and we'd comply again.”
Our trip back to the compound proceeded with the now routine
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