Think. Natasha. Think fast.
She dashed further, using the shades of the trees as cover.
Suddenly, she heard shouts behind her and her heart stuttered. Turning her head, she saw a few guards running after her. She looked back toward the woods and kept her eyes focused on her escape.
She was almost close to a fence when the steps drew closer, and all of a sudden, someone grabbed her arm. She screamed and tried to escape, but she was dragged down and someone sat on her back. Her arms were pulled back, and her attacker held on forcefully.
Natasha tried to fight back by using her heels to kick back, but it was of no use. She fought, but they wouldn't let her go. He pulled her upward, and she stood on shaky legs. Closing her eyes tightly, she sobbed and begged.
"Please. Please let me go. Please."
Natasha knew that if her strength failed her, she had to act broken and fragile. Studying the fence, it was already too high for her to jump.
