Kidnapped: Welcome 'home'

Chapter 25: Escape

A/n: "A'outho billahi mina ashytaan arrajeem" = I seek refuge in Allah from the Satan, the accursed.

With new found energy, I began picking at the other lock. My patience would wear thin, but I'd continue, telling myself to have patience and praying to Allah to bring me ease out of hardship. Finally, I heard another soft click and my hand was finally free.

I got up to my feet, but fell back down, a cry escaping me. The knives were still wedged into my legs. No matter what, I couldn't take them out; if I did, it would cause more harm than it would benefit and I'd bleed more than ever. I had to think of something: my legs were already bloodied and I couldn't leave a trail of blood behind me as I escaped - that would be too risky.

Leaning on the wall, I slowly got up once more. I continued holding onto the walls as I took one cautious step at a time. I practised walking without support across the room when I then heard footsteps. Adrenaline pumped in me and I jumped to the nearest hiding spot: behind the door. Whoever opened it wouldn't see me. The owner of the footsteps opened the door a crack.

"Asmaa." they hissed. They popped their head round the door, towards me and tried to adjust their sight to the darkness.

Since my eyes were perfectly adjusted to the dark, I was able to see the head clearly, but the perspective I saw it from made it look like a floating head which scared me.

"A'outho billahi mina ashaytaan arrajeem" I whispered, placing my hand on my chest.

"Asmaa!" the head exclaimed, moving away from the door to reveal the body it was attached to.

"Don't you dare scare me like that ever again!" I scorned him.

"Ok, ok. I'm sorry." he apologised, hands up in surrender. "But we've got to get out of here, it's not safe."

"Is it really? I felt quite at home here." I commented sarcastically.

"Enough with the sarcasm, let's go." he whisper-shouted, grabbing my arm and pulling me forward.

I gave out a yelp and fell to the ground, making David look at me in confusion. The pain returned, drowning me as it washed over me.

"I can't move." I whisper-cried.

"Oh shoot." he said. "Come on then." he grunted, picking me up in his arms.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and grit my teeth, trying to overcome the pain like I did earlier. With every step, I felt more pain stab me, never dying down. I was in great pain and didn't notice anything else that was going on, not even his tight grip on me. Only Allah knows if I would have made it out as fast as we did or just made it out in the first place had it not been for David's help.

"I've got her!" David hissed, causing me to open my eyes and see Steve, King and Pierre. Pierre was at the end of the hallway keeping a look out while Steve and King were running in and out of rooms, probably searching for me.

"Never had I been so glad to see you lot." I smiled which I then realised was a mistake as it caused them to all stare at me open-mouthed.

"What?" David asked them, unable to see me.

"She just smiled!" King whispered in shock.

"Hellooo! We still need to get out of here." I reminded them.

"You need to smile more." Steve pointed out with a smile.

"We'll see." I replied with a smirk as we began to run out of the place.

"How did you free her?" Pierre wondered to David.

"SHHH!" I immediately shushed him.

"She freed herself." David answered