(Many people are concerned about angels...... I answered in the book review area, so I won't reply one by one, so please understand. By the way, ask for tickets. ）

The reality is often harsh.

Obviously, Sophia's good wishes cannot be realized, and the long-term imprisonment without receiving a ransom has already exhausted the patience of these kidnappers to the point where there is not much left.

The red-faced slap knocked Sophia down again and began to kick mercilessly, the hard boots hitting her thin body, making her eyes black. Over the course of time, Sophia had learned to endure torture and refrain from crying out or pleading, as that would often only excite the other person even more. So she gritted her teeth and said nothing.

After a few casual kicks, Red Face seemed to vent a lot of anger, and then grabbed her hair, showed a cruel and strange snickering expression, ran her fingers across her throat, and repeated in her mouth:

“morto,morto,morto。”

In Arabic, the word means "to perish, to die."

Sophia understood.

At this moment, the already crumbling pavilion in her heart collapsed, decayed and collapsed, and there was nothing left. She seemed to be able to foresee the tragic fate of Little Mary, and with the habits of these thugs, she disposed of it almost casually.

The kidnapper, whom she secretly called "Red Skull", probably also came to the interest, and directly picked up Sophia's thin body, 6% long, 6% wind, 6% wen6%▼t, threw her onto the thin mattress, untied her clothes regardless of it, and began to lie on her body and stir, without even closing the door.

If it were normal, Sophia, although she did not dare to resist, would at least pray with tears. Close your eyes and hope that this suffering will pass soon.

But now she doesn't. Under the pressure of the filthy body of the "red skull". She didn't react at all, just stared blankly at the ceiling of the earthen house, letting the red skull on her body let out a heavy wheezing sound, like a beast in heat.

Her mind was in turmoil, as if the last bone supporting her had been drained, limp, mourning and despair.

In these days in Somalia, Sophia has always thought that she has seen all the sinister and human hearts, but these kidnappers have refreshed the lower limit again and again. At this time, he looked at the crumbling, mottled and ugly ceiling. She suddenly began to understand why people end up believing in God, and that it had little to do with spiritual or psychological effects, the afterlife, and so on. It's more about longing for a person or other thing that can represent the righteousness and nobility of the world, just like my current self.

Even then, in the familiar and distant civilized world, where there is at least one working legal and human rights system, one complains about its imperfections.

And now here, it's the real hell.

When you live in a country where there is no decent government, there are thugs, kidnappers are rampant, and crimes go unpunished. Of course, people will hope that God will be present and that God will keep track of who is law-abiding. Who is lawless and plans for a certain judgment day, a complete reckoning.

Sophia never wanted to become a religious, whether she symbolically joined Islam or not, because her own atheistic ideas were too deep-rooted.

But at such a moment, after the complete confusion of her brain, the mottled ceiling in front of her seemed to suddenly turn into a distorted golem, awakening her inner anger, fear, and sinking...... And resentment.

She needed a God of anger and hatred, an Old Testament made of blood and fire, or any other messenger of the gods. As long as it works, a flame of justice can be raised in front of the "Red Skull" to influence this poor people.

No!

Perhaps the demons of hell are more appropriate, a hellfire that scorches and strangles the soul, and completely refines this scum who does not deserve mercy.

"Red Skull" was still working on his head, making a gasping and muttering sound of "hum, hum, hum", and he didn't notice it at all, and Sophia's eyes gradually returned to focus.

Her arms slowly reached behind her head, and under the upper right corner of the worn mattress was a small wooden stick that she used to carve and write down every day, the end of which had already sharpened with time.

If you do the same thing with it every day, you can almost think of it as a part of your body. Whether it is the position, or the angle, or even the length and direction, Sophia is familiar to the extreme.

Barely scratching the ground, Sophia took the stick into her hand, as she would do every morning, and plunged it straight between the neck of the "Red Skull".

Immediately after pulling it out, blood gushed out, like fireworks blooming in the sky on a summer night, dazzling.

Red Skull's movements came to an abrupt halt, his body shook violently like a sieve, and he trembled and tried to lift his head, but Sophia reached for the back of his head, and then continued to insert the stick into the opponent's neck with his other hand.

Then pull it out, plug it in again, pull it out again, pull it in, pull it out......

In a matter of seconds, crimson blood splattered all over the walls, the mattress, and the body of the "Red Skull" and Sophia, as well as a worn-out swaddling blob stained red. The long-suffering woman looked up again, but there was no fear in her heart, not at all like a weak woman who had killed someone for the first time.

In the long process of being tortured, she has also fantasized many times that one day, she can make these scum taste the bitterness. But I didn't expect that when I really did it, my heart was filled with incomparable joy and joy.

Sophia pushed away the heavy corpse on her body and slowly stood up, her body trembling slightly under her blood-soaked clothes, but not because of fear or fear, but a strange and fresh sense of excitement.

“morto。”

She raised her hand slightly, mimicking the appearance of the "red skull" at first and slitting her throat, blood slowly dripping down the edge of her palm. The resentment and despair created by all this burned her mind, making her feel like she was reborn in pain and pleasure.

After a full minute, Sophia's eyes calmed down, and she quickly pounced on the corpse of the "Red Skull", and took out everything she could find, including his coat on herself, not even shoes and socks, and finally the Kalashnikov resting on the wall.

While doing these things, the blood that was spilled everywhere did not affect Sophia's movements in the slightest. She quickly rushed out of the door, the fire in front of the door had been extinguished, and there were no other kidnappers in sight, but she could vaguely hear a faint voice talking not far away.

Sophia immediately turned around and looked at the dilapidated houses behind her without looking back.

Yes, she didn't try to find Little Mary, and with the way these thugs behaved, most of them were hopeless when they were first taken out. And Sophia knows that her strength is small, she didn't raise the ransom in the first place, and killed an important member of the kidnappers, and the other party will never be polite to her.

She had to leave first.

But one day he will come back for revenge, even if it is a lot of hardship.

Since something similar has already been done once, the second time it will definitely be much more proficient. Sophia did not follow the route she had taken when she first escaped, and the ignorant villagers had no normal sense of right and wrong, and were simply accomplices of the kidnappers, and most of them could not help. She knew she had to choose a new path that would allow her to escape as far as possible.

Over the course of more than a year, Sofia has slowly learned more about Somalia from the countless words spoken by the rioters. Northern Somalia is the most remote and empty place on the planet, and she has seen few villages, roads, or other people on her way here.

The so-called province of Puntland is really just the international name for this northeastern part of Somalia. Although most countries do not recognize it, it does not change the status quo of Puntland as a de facto country. As the largest city in Puntland, Bossaso is very close to the Somali coast, where there are not only many hidden mountains, but also the presence of the coast guard, although it is much farther away than the nearby houses, if you can escape there, you are very hopeful to meet the visitors of civilized society and return to the world you are familiar with.

Of course, there is actually another way that Sophia doesn't want to imagine encountering the most notorious Somali pirates. That's right, pirates.

Bossaso, formerly known as "Port Qasim", borders the Gulf of Aden. The geography of Somalia is extremely harsh, with desert and sun-scorched bushes. The land does not provide valuable natural resources, nor does it contain animals, vegetables, fruits, or rare minerals. But Somalia's unique location is a treasure in itself, with one of the many pirate colonies dotted along Africa's longest coastline, which stretches for nearly 1,900 miles, and is one of them, with its secluded and winding mountains, without even a map that clearly indicates the location, like a secret place where ancient legends hide treasures.

Even if it is very likely to get out of the wolf's den and enter the tiger's mouth. Sophia still didn't hesitate to march in this direction, she would rather fall into the hands of the more vicious, aggressive, and organized pirates and find a way to deal with them than be captured by the Red Skulls.

Especially after the "Red Skull" died in his own hands, if he was caught by the angry head of the thug, his miserable fate can be imagined. She no longer feared death, but she feared losing the possibility of revenge.

Somalia has a typical tropical desert climate, with dry year-round and little rainfall. The northern mountainous region, although better, has only occasional heavy rainfall, very low vegetation cover and severe soil erosion. Walking alone in such a desert, it is easy to have the illusion that you are far away from the earth.

Fortunately, it is already the cool season, and the sun is not so fierce after all. After about an hour or two, Sophia began to feel her lips dry and numb, and her steps were far less agile than before. (To be continued......)