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As she struggled to get up from the floor, he grabbed her by the neck with his good hand and forced her to walk stooped, her eyes fixed on the floor, and the cross held in her left hand. Outside, it was getting dark. She straightened up, the pain in her chest less severe, and he still grabbed her neck and pushed her forward, down the stairs. where are we going? He didn't speak, and continued to push her towards the road.She was a little confused and thought, if she is really God's elect, God will definitely send a car to accompany her on this journey. God didn't send a car, they crossed the road.By the time she knew where they were going, they had almost reached their destination: the German yellow house.

What will happen there? You will kill yourself in it. She tried to straighten up, but he pushed her head down again. When they come here in June, they will find you.The cross will be placed on your stomach, everyone will understand what happened, and that jigsaw puzzle will be complete.In the end, Sybylla will atone for the crime she committed, Kirsten will be able to confirm that it was you, and then I will stand by her side and support her with love as before. When they came to the steps leading to the front door, Sybil pulled her right hand in her pocket, and she found a lump in the pocket. It was her nail file, and her fingers were holding the handle of the nail file.

The grip on her neck was gone. I have the key in my pocket, right side pocket of the jacket, take the key out. She straightened up and turned to face him, they both looked at each other before she thrust the nail file into his face. She didn't stop to check the results, he put his hands to his face, and she ran away.The forest was on the other side of the low wooden fence, and she leaped over it without somehow feeling the pain in her chest. This time he still didn't scream. She ran on and on, through the forest full of fir trees, and the sharp branches brushed her face.The night was still too bright to hide.She had to keep running, escaping, running so far away that he couldn't find her.

She didn't know how long she had been running, tripping over stones, wading through puddles in the low-lying swamp, and at this moment, she was wet from the thigh down, exhausted.She suddenly tripped over something in front of her. In the darkness, she couldn't see what it was.Lying on the ground, her breathing drowned out all other sounds, her chest rose and fell violently, and occasionally, she tried to hold her breath long enough to hear the movement of the forest. At first, she only heard the sound of the wind in the woods, which was softer than the sound of her own gasping for air.Then she lay there for what seemed to be a long time, alert nonetheless.

How badly had she hurt him?She wasn't safe, not at all. Then suddenly, she heard his voice, not very close, but clearly across the dark night sky. Sibylla you can't hide, you can't leave us God sees and hears everything you know Fear struck again. Then the moon suddenly shone brightly on her like a lamp in the sky. There was a fir tree, with its overgrown branches, in front of her to protect her, and she hastened to the dark shade of the vertical tree. Sibylla where are you? His voice seemed closer, but her breathing was still unsteady. Now she actually saw him, and he was coming straight to where she was hiding, as if following an invisible thread through the labyrinth of the forest.

I know you must be here somewhere Now, she could see his face, bloodstained and one wide eye gleaming white. fifty feet thirty feet Then, dangerously, the moon disappeared and was obscured by clouds.She was saved, she heard him groan, knew he had tripped, and tried to steady herself with the injured hand. fucking serve you!You deranged bitch! She laughs, and the absence of the moon gives her hope again, that she isn't doomed to lose this battle.For a moment, he almost convinced her that he had lost the battle. You have no hope.sooner or later we will find you His voice was further away, and for that moment, she was safe.

Maybe she fell asleep fitfully, she wasn't sure, the night was so dark she couldn't tell if her eyes were open or closed.As dawn broke and the outlines of her surroundings became clearer, she crawled out of her hiding place and tried to find her way. She couldn't go back, but she didn't know how far the forest stretched ahead. She decided to turn right along the escape route. She should come to the road sooner or later, but it was quite a distance from Ingmar's house. . She was frozen, shivering with the cold, and whenever she had time to pay attention to herself, the pain came back to haunt her, the broken ribs aching with each step.

The light grew stronger, and the trees around her thinned out to tall, bare pine trunks, with few undergrowths around her.Here, he could easily see her.Of course, she will see the way before long. She heard the sound of a branch snapping, and she stopped, trying to find out where the sound came from, and there was another snapping sound, but from a different direction. Then she saw them, and one of them yelled at her: Get down! The man in uniform had a pistol pointed at her in both hands, and if she hadn't been horrified by the sequence of events, she would have been happy to see these policemen in a way she had never thought she would be so happy to be surrounded by them.

She did as she was told, lying down, face down and close to the ground, moving carefully to minimize the pain in her chest.Then she looked back, and four armed policemen approached her, all pointing guns at her, and she tried to talk to them: I don't know where Shut up!Don't fucking move! Then she suddenly understood what had happened. One of the policemen pushed her face into the mossy ground, another searched her, and one said to her in a disdainful tone: Killing bitch! So he called the police first, and then got ahead of her.