Innocent Expression's
Alisha stood there, unsure of how to process her emotions. Missing Mother Mary, blood dripping from her head, and her feet growing cold, she pleaded for someone to save her from this unbearable situation. How could one human treat another in such a monstrous way? He was a beast, ignorant of how to treat a person, and he continued to subject her to his cruelty. First, he had kidnapped her, and now he was inflicting further harm.
Tears streamed down her face as she desperately cried out for help, but the cold winds offered no solace. She regretted ever taking Lucky for a walk. It was unfathomable how someone could be so heartless.
In a low voice, she spoke to the guard, "Uncle, my feet are in pain. Please release me."
Upon hearing her words, the guard felt a pang in his heart. He couldn't comprehend how an innocent soul could suffer so greatly without having done anything wrong. He couldn't fathom why she had to endure such torment. Her innocence was evident in her eyes, unlike Alice Sharma, who only knew how to inflict pain.
Despite knowing the extent of her suffering at his hands, the guard couldn't help but feel pity for the young girl. She appeared much younger than his own daughter, and as an old man, he had taken this job solely to provide for his family. He had nothing else. But as a father, he couldn't bear to see her in such agony. It was becoming increasingly difficult for him to decide what to do, but he couldn't allow this innocent girl to suffer any longer.
With trembling legs, he approached her, overwhelmed by guilt for being the one who had tied her up and caused her this pain. He had never felt so disgusted with himself, realising that he had blindly followed his boss's orders. He went to her and asked, "Are you alright, ma'am?"
Alisha heard his voice and, amidst her shaky cries, replied, "No, Uncle, I'm not fine. I'm in pain. Please help me. It's very painful, and I'm bleeding."
The guard felt as though his head had been stabbed a thousand times upon hearing the desperate pleas of this innocent soul. He felt terrible for standing idly by, unable to do anything to alleviate her suffering. In a soft tone, he responded, "I can only help you, ma'am, by removing these ropes. But you must run before you get trapped again. I can't do more than this. I'm sorry for being so useless."
Alisha was shocked by his words. She innocently asked, "Uncle, how am I supposed to run like this? My hands and legs are bleeding. I can't run. My body is in no condition to run."
The guard could see her condition and knew she was in no state to run. However, there was no other choice. She had to run if she wanted to save herself. She couldn't stay here like this; she had to find a way to escape.
Speaking with a sense of urgency, he said, "I understand, ma'am, but we have no other option. You have to run as fast as you can if you want to protect yourself. Please try to understand."
Alisha couldn't comprehend what she had done wrong to deserve this suffering. She had done nothing to deserve such treatment, yet here she was, injured and bleeding.
"Uncle, please tell me, how am I supposed to run in this condition? Can't you see how injured I am? I can't run. Please, just take me to Mother Mary. I can't stay here. Look at how much he has hurt me. And you're telling me I have to run, even though it's clear that I can't," She cried harder and pleaded.
The guard didn't know what to do. Alisha was right; it was evident that she couldn't run in her current state.
Alisha was in excruciating pain, feeling her throat dry. She feared her throat would be blocked if this continued. Her continuous shouting and rambling drained her energy, and she was in no state to continue talking.
In a painful voice, she pleaded, "Uncle, water."
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