He was retiring to his quarters but he heard the screams and ran there. He watched the dirty bearded blood-covered man on the floor.
‘Commander Alon to think this will be your end.’ He closed his eyes. ‘Well, this is better than the ropes.’
“He is an inmate on death row. Leave him and get this one out and bring him to the second floor.” Anger started to climb up in him.
“How did this one get free?” He grabbed Rosa’s chin as they moved her out of the cell. “The ropes were not tied properly. He aimed a punch at her in her abdomen.”
Rosa crouched a bit in the impact. Part of his anger was in the punch. He kept glancing at Alon lying there.
“He would be dead anyway there is no need to waste our resources on this prisoner. And this one….” He aimed another punch at her cheek.
This time Rosa was ready for the impact and did not lose her footing. She only jerked a bit in the impact.