Suzanne didn’t spare a moment to look behind herself, but she knew he was close; she could hear his breathing as he ran along behind her. He
laughed as he saw her stumble, but he didn’t catch her. He was playing with her, enjoying the chase. Bastard. He said something to her as he
ran along behind. Her Serbian wasn’t too good, but she was pretty sure that what she heard was definitely against the Geneva Convention. Her
face burned in embarrassment as she heard him mention something about enjoying the view and almost not wanting to catch her.
She reached the top of a small hill within the woods and cried out in shock as she realised that the ground dropped out from under her feet
for several metres, and she didn’t have any hope of stopping in time. She fell through the air and landed back on the forest floor with a
thud. Winded, she tried to roll over and get back to her feet, but she was dragged backwards and flipped onto her back again. Caught.
Sasha was glowing with the thrill of the chase, but he kept his expression brutal. The woman was still trying to get away, and aimed a kick
at his shin while attempting to punch him in the face. She was impressive; she connected both of her hits before he was able to evade. Not a
problem; she was fast but she couldn’t hit as hard as his bones were used to. He grabbed her wrists and held her still, growled in her ear
for her to lie still. She either didn’t understand him or she was ignoring him. It didn’t matter either way, he still needed her to stop. He
slapped her hard, and then backhanded her as well, but she only redoubled her efforts to escape. She was screaming what he could only assume
were insults at him as she continued to kick.
“Get off me you murdering bastard!” Suzanne screamed as she tried to free herself from the sniper’s grip. She felt sick after he hit her; he
was incredibly strong, but she wasn’t going to let him see that he had hurt her. He seemed to lose his temper, and screamed “Shut up!” at
her in Serbian. She stopped screaming, but wrestled her arms free and rolled on top of him, continuing her attempts to punch him in the
Sasha had had enough by now. He could have shot the woman easily, but his commanding officer wanted her for questioning. He’d been given
specific instructions to deliver her alive and as unharmed as possible. He dragged himself back on top of her, and decided to threaten her
in a different way. He yanked her legs apart, and moved on top of her so that his groin was digging in to hers, then dragged her hands above
her head and held her down. She groaned in fear as he held her face level with his, and shouted at her to shut up again. She obeyed. The
threat was unmistakable, regardless of which language they were speaking.