Chapter 250

---- Chapter 250 In the days that followed , Giselle's main job was to go from room to room, treating the injured women-tending to their wounds or giving them injections. Even though she might have been spared from entertaining men, she couldn't escape the daily torment of seeing the women brutalized. Every day, someone would be carried out, limp and lifeless, to be dumped somewhere in the mountains. The sight gnawed at her, leaving her heart heavy and aching. During that time, she gradually figured out where she was being held.

She was ina small, isolated town wedged at the border of three countries , hidden deep among steep, endless mountains, The place was also a stronghold for an anti-government militia. Most of the men who came here for entertainment were ruthless militants or wealthy businessmen involved in illegal dealings. Because it was a lawless zone, no authorities ever stepped in. Calling the cops would have been pointless . Here, weapons ruled. The biggest problem was that there were no phones she could use to contact the outside world. There was no way she could call home for help.

Plus, she had no idea how to navigate the surrounding area. In other words, she was trapped in hell with no way out. Even ---- if she made it out of the building, she wouldn't be able to tell east from west. However, she forced herself to stay calm. The constant fighting and killings around her no longer shook her; she had learned to watch them with cold detachment . Her previous brushes with death had already hardened her spirit. Giselle refused to give up. There had to be a way out, and she was determined to find it.

Whether she could escape or not, her next goal was obvious -she needed to leave the building and map out the terrain within six miles. One afternoon , when she was on her way to the infirmary to fetch some medicine, she stopped short at the door when the sound of men arguing loudly inside reached her. The argument was in Mali. Giselle couldn't understand much of it, so she crept toward the door. The sight inside made her breath catch -a man was holding a gun to the back of Orin's head, cursing furiously . Orin stood rooted to the spot, clearly at a disadvantage.

From the looks of it, their conflict probably had something to do with the customer Orin had killed a few days ago. Watching the men turn on each other, Giselle had planned to slip away. However, after taking a couple of steps, an idea sparked in her mind, and she turned around. The man with the gun still had his back to her, too caught up inhis ramblings to notice anything behind him. Without ---- making a sound, she drew a syringe from her medical kit. Her footsteps were feather-light.

Ignoring the fact that he was holding a gun that could go off at any time, she remained unnervingly calm as she tiptoed closer and closer to his back. The man wasn't tall, standing just under 5'9". Giselle, in her heels, tightened her grip on the syringe in her hand and drove the thick needle hard and fast into the back of his neck. He cried out in pain and was about to turn his head when she swung her medical kit and smashed it against his skull. The back-to-back strikes left him reeling, and the gun in his hand slipped away from Orin's head.

In one swift motion, Orin spun around and kicked the man square in the chest. The man crashed to the ground, his gun slipping from his grip and clattering across the room. In the same heartbeat, Orin drew his own pistol from his waistband and fired twice at the man on the ground. Both bullets hit the man in the chest and stomach. Blood gushed from his mouth, and within a minute of writhing, he went limp and passed out. With the threat taken care of, Orin exhaled heavily before turning his attention to Giselle.