You shouldn't have woken up

I forcefully cut the straps with pocket knife. The room was trying to open the strap in her abdomen with the arm I saved. I also cut the straps at the ankles.

Straightened. There was no sign of thanks on his face or tongue. The scorpion tattoo caught my eye again. It had to mean something.

Maybe it was a sprim too.

I didn't look any further, I couldn't afford to be suspicious in any way. Because that would be my exit ticket.

The thought that caught my mind for a moment brought me the thought that I chose the wrong person.

What had he done to deserve this much attachment? I didn't think I could be comfortable without asking.

"Your fault ... What was it?" I expressed my thoughts in a hesitant, low voice.

I felt enraged for a moment and the smell that seeped into my nose made my heart pound in anger. Then it suddenly decreased and disappeared.

"I did what was necessary. - He took a deep troubled breath - that was my fault." I had an insane urge for a moment to ask what was needed.

But the dangerous weather in him and the anger I read on his face made me swallow the questions I would ask.

He was looking at me as if he knew what I had to say and was waiting to hug my throat the moment I spoke.

But I was determined neither to die of strangling nor drugs.

It was simple, I saved him and the room was going to help me out.

With the sudden increase in scent as he got up and approached me, I was trying hard not to reflect this on my face.

Feelings of fear, insecurity, and betrayal that bind my organs together and make it difficult for me to breathe, captivated my vocal cords and did not want my voice to be heard, he wanted his strong fingers to squeeze my throat and kill me.

"I will bring you clothes." My voice, which survived the inner strife in me, rose from my throat in one breath and came out from my lips; it gave me a chance to get rid of the dense, heated air that permeated this environment and breathe.

I left the room trying to look calm. When I return to the cell. For a moment I thought of leaving him there and going.

I took off the man's uniforms, Ouchia puff, I started a job and I have to end it. I waited for my accelerating pulse to return to its normal state.

Whenever I smell this smell, something bad happened to me or I was acting first and getting out of it. I turned back into the hallway.

Why did he want to hurt me? Or did he want to cause harm? Did I do it badly by getting it out of there? I was not going to let my thoughts affect my decision.

If I had started I would have finished.

I held out the clothes and examined them.

He was tall and his dark skin heightened his frightening aura, putting him in an eerie situation with his short cut army hair.

"Why is there blood in this?" With the question he asked, I stopped thinking about his frightening appearance and answered.

"There were some things I had to do to get out of the cell." He didn't ask what some (!) Things were.

I thought I deserved to be thanked, I turned my back to him and was looking outside to see if he was getting dressed.

The empty long corridor ...

It was ... it was forgotten.

Thinking he was dressed, I turned around and was tying his laces. I asked, unable to contain myself

"Were you Sprima?" I took special care to keep my voice expressionless.

"I still am." This time I spoke in a sarcastic tone.

"Is that so?" I decided not to talk about it anymore, which was obviously his sensitive point (frankly, I didn't want to anger him).

He approached me, the thoughts of the previous one seeping back into my brain, terrifying me. What if he chose to go on without me.

Think well, be good.

While I repeat this inside of me. He stopped in front of me and raised his hand. For a handshake?

"Diyonysos." It doesn't look like more wood. I grabbed his hand and squeezed it. I wanted to smile, but all I could do was wrinkle my eye corners in a cold manner.

"Anka." I lowered my hand.

"Are you Turk?"

"I am proud to be Turkish." reflecting my pride on my face, I smiled.

He shook his head. Then his brows frowned carefully. He put his hand over my shoulder, grabbed my uniform, pulled out something velcro and waved it in front of my eyes.

It was writing the woman's name. How could I not see that.

"You are known." I nodded. I followed him as he left the room and went against the direction I was going. This time he asked

"What was your crime?" What was my crime? It didn't exist. I was not guilty.

I just ran out of my room and that was all I did. From the room with the door unlocked (!).

I cleared my throat.

"I ran out of the room." He stopped. I nearly hit his back.

He turned back to me. He spoke in a whisper.

"You are from Army of Alpos ..." Army of Alpos? It was not enough that they collected from outside and drugged them, and they were building an army with these people.

I expressed my thoughts.

"Are they building an army with the abducted?"

"If it's at the level they want."

"Is LSD for that too?"

"Yes." And what I just learned was enough for me to get angry.

I was struggling with my thoughts. What were they going to fight this army against? What were they going to fight for? But they said it was something they were looking for. Both of them.

Did they find what they were looking for with LSD? My lips to ask what they are looking

I called me when he suddenly spoke.

"How did you get out of your room?" I just ran away. What kind of question was that?

"When I woke up, the door was open for me-"

"You ran away. Then you got caught?" I nodded in agreement.

He approached me, pulled my hair aside and looked at my neck with a slight bow of his head.

I heard you say "How?" I put my hand on my neck.

I slid my fingers from top to bottom, part of my skin above my jugular vein was rough.

" What is this? "

"They gave you LSD." The words I heard seeped into my brain like poison.

As if the chaos he was doing there weren't enough, he left half in my heart as he went down my spinal cord, my knee began to tremble as my heart accelerated, I felt my toes tingle.

"But then…" I couldn't continue. He completed my sentence.

"You shouldn't have woken up."