"Take me with you," Sophy pleaded, her unexpected request hanging in the air like a jarring note in a symphony.
Nosil and Aya spun around, their confusion palpable. The request wasn't just shocking but utterly unreasonable.
A hostage, if freed, would surely flee towards safety like a hunted deer to water. What could Sophy be thinking?, What makes her different?, Aya's mind was a tempest as she stared at Sophy, who sat on the ground, her eyes reflecting the impossible request.
It was as if Sophy stood on the edge of a cliff, with the tumultuous sea below; the thrill might tempt her to leap, but instinct held her back.
Sophy was locked in an internal struggle. Every fiber of her being screamed that her request was insane, but her heart surged with an unquenchable thirst for freedom and adventure. How could she ignore the yearning of her soul for liberation?
