The Chase

Escape Plan

She could feel the tension in her arms. Even after lifting weights for quite some time her arms still protested while training her arms. Taking a few more deep breaths she discreetly glanced at the moop of brown head as his hair swayed with lazy trot. Finally she stood up walking towards the treadmills in the corner ready to confront the brown eyed man who left her hopeful for a chance to escape the hell.
Last time she saw Isa was in the dining hall after which both of them acted as strangers. She was still waiting for him to approach her for the past one hour but enough was enough she wanted to know if he was serious about it. If he wasn't going to tell her then she wasn't going to wait around. Plopping down on the hard bench adjacent to the treadmill she let out a huff. Her face was neutral masking any uneasiness she felt though her clenched fist told another story. Glancing up her eyes came in contact with chocolate brown eyes which belonged to Isa. Instead of maintaining eye contact she looked away toward the dumbbells. Out of every other gym equipment she hated weights the most. The first time she had arrived at the fitness hall she was surprised. She had thought they were going to be caged in their rooms and found the idea of a gym to be absurd. But she soon realized that they wanted their test subjects to be in perfect state, from their meals to the amount of time they were to spend in training room. Every thing was according to their needs. Even though she would never accept the fact but after coming here her health had elevated but the amount of stress and her deteriorating health increased her urgency to get out of this place and never come back
"though you would never come" her thoughts were interrupted again. She was surprised that he took the initiative to talk to her but acted nonchalantly. Wrapping her fingers around the dumbbells she lifted the dumbbells with a grunt. "well someone had to come which was obviously not you." she grunted out with clenched jaw.