She looks around, dazed. Yara feels the restriction pulling against her arms and she remembers what has happened.

She starts to struggle, her voice straining and only resulting in muffled cries for help.

“Shut up.” Says a man, in the corner of the damp, dirty room.

He begins to walk over to her, but her cries were just a distraction. She successfully untied her hands and holds the rope behind the chair.

The man edges towards her and starts to ask her questions. She shows a visible disinterest and as he turns away, she jumps up. Throwing the rope around his neck and her hands over his mouth she whispers, “shut up.”

Satisfied that the man won’t be able to interrogate her any longer, she moved to the door, waiting for silence on the other side.