Are you Real?

Красная комната

"What do I do.." Natasha mutters to herself, her mind racing with possibilities. She knows that staying in the basement is not a long-term solution, as the assailants could return at any moment. She needs to come up with a plan, and quickly.

Her eyes scan the room, searching for any tools or objects that could be used as weapons. She spots a metal pipe leaning against the wall and swiftly grabs it, testing its weight and grip in her hand. It's not much, but it could provide some defense if needed.

Her mind races with thoughts of escape routes and potential allies. She knows that she must find a way out of this situation and find help before it's too late. She considers the possibility of reaching out to a trusted contact who could provide assistance or finding a nearby safe house where they can regroup and plan their next move.

Taking a deep breath, Natasha steadies herself as she formulates a plan. "We can't stay here," she says, her voice filled with urgency. "I know someone who might be able to assist us."

She helps you to your feet, supporting your weight as you struggle to stand. She wraps your arm around her shoulder, providing you with much-needed support. "We have to be careful," she whispers, her voice filled with caution.

Together, you make your way towards the door, your steps slow and pained. Natasha opens it slightly, peering outside to assess the situation. The coast appears to be clear for now, but you both know that danger could be lurking around any corner.

You step out into the dimly lit hallway, your senses on high alert. Every shuffle of your feet, every distant sound, sends a jolt of adrenaline through your veins. Natasha's heart pounds in her chest, her senses heightened as she leads the way, her body throbbing with her own injuries.

The building seems to close in around you, its walls a labyrinth of uncertainty. Natasha's mind races, searching for any signs of an exit or a safe path to follow. Every choice she makes feels like a life or death decision.

The pain from your injuries intensifies, making it harder to keep moving. You hiss and lean against the wall, shaking your head. "I... I can't," you say weakly. Natasha cups your cheeks, "yes, you can, baby." She says softly, her voice filled with encouragement.

She gently wipes away a tear from your cheek and takes a moment to scan around, making sure there is no threat. She understands that you need a moment to gather your strength.

"Take a deep breath," she says, her voice calm and soft. She helps you find a more comfortable position against the wall, ensuring that you are as safe as possible. She keeps a watchful eye on the surroundings, ready to react if any danger approaches.

Suddenly, you hear footsteps approaching from the opposite direction. Natasha quickly pulls you back, pressing you against the corner of the wall, her body shielding yours. Her grip tightens on the makeshift weapon she found earlier.

The footsteps grow louder, closer. Your heart pounds in your chest, the anticipation almost unbearable. Her gaze meets yours, her eyes filled with concern. She silently communicates the need for you to stay quiet.

The footsteps pass by, fading into the distance. You release a breath you didn't realize you were holding, the relief washing over you in waves. She releases a deep breath, resting her forehead against yours and whispers tenderly, "we have to move, baby."

You swallow hard, throwing your head back against the wall. She sees the pain in your eyes, both of your bodies throbbing. Natasha's expression softens, her concern evident as she gently cups your face in her hands. "I know it's difficult, baby," she says, her voice filled with empathy. "But we can't stay here. We have to keep moving, no matter how much it hurts."