A plan starts forming in her brain. She doesn't reply, and steadily stops battling him, enough to make him think she is under his power. She is dangerously close to losing control of herself. Her mind wonders what is underneath his shirt. 

          "Take off your shirt," she hears herself command, astonished at the words coming out of her mouth. The fascination for his body is disastrously irksome, but she can't help herself. She has nothing but her head out of the water. Her body needs to touch his, she closes her eyes at the thoughts he sends her. 

          That's more like it, he delightfully smiles. She doesn't help but want to watch the scene in front of her. He stands up, towering her, unbuttoning off his drenched shirt, leaving his glowing skin bare. Annela's eyes hungrily devour the sight despite herself. She fiercely clenches her jaw, paining to keep the control she has over herself. 

          He jocularly smirks. 

          Now you. 

          I don't know how many brain cells you need to have to understand that it's a little complicated with my hands tied behind me, she feebly thinks to herself, breathing hard to stay rational. He doesn't seem to hear the thought, underneath the growing flattering thoughts his power makes her think. 

          She stays silent, wondering how long it's going to take him to realize she is unable to. She watches him stand up and walk away behind her back. A sudden feeling of absence and loss sending chills down her spine. Although the feeling is unpleasant, she knows it's just her body reacting to the lack of influence Tim was giving. She hears his footsteps come back and fingers working to cut the cable tie holding her down. Unexpected hope fills her up, her plan is actually working. The cable tie gives way but it leaves its place, after her hands come to her front to Tim's tight grip keeping her wrists together. 

          She lets her thoughts to his mercy, hoping to keep the small idea of a plan in a deep corner of her mind away from him. She knows she is too weak to compel him mentally, she remembers one of her training  exercises that requires a return to physical power to overcome an obstacle. She lets him bring her hands above her head, and crush her beneath his heavy body against the wooden beam. She feels his chest rise up and down and his heart beat quickly. He lowers his head to kiss her neck and she grasps the small opportunity to look around the room for an object to sledgehammer him. 

          The place seems empty, except for a lamp with a wooden stand resting and gathering dust on a small table next to an old stained couch in no better state than the lamp. He lets go of her hands to grab the bottom of her shirt to pull it upwards. Her irregular heartbeats accelerate as she feels his skin against hers. This mustn't go further, or she will lose herself to him. His lips gently press hers and she is pulled in the moment, unable to resist. As she gives him what he wants, he gains confidence and lets go of her wrists. They seem to be magnetized to his chest, letting the tips of her fingers run on the uneven skin of his abdomen. 

          With a bit of will power she pushes him away, towards the couch. He tilts his head curiously in the way he does, a gaze of curiosity running all over her face. She walks to him, guiding him to the old furniture, away from the center of the room. She looks at the couch and his smirk reappears, understanding where she wants to go. He quietly laughs through his nose, tension leaving his mind. He slowly lies himself on the couch, bringing her on top of him. His hands slide down low, too low for Annela. She gets off him, kneeling on the ground, never breaking eye contact. Her thin fingers start unbuckling his belt and he lays his head back on the arm of the chair, a wide smile on his open mouth. 

          She seizes the only chance she has before regretting an action, and brings her elbow back, just as she was taught, to bring power to the blow she sends him in the upper part of the stomach. His expression changes drastically to pain and confusion, and she is out of his mental hold. His last bit of breath completely knocked out of his body, he doesn't realize what just happens as she swings the round wooden stand of the lamp to the side of his skull, so firmly that he is knocked unconscious. She doesn't lose a second to grab her shirt on the ground and run outside. She attains a road and guesses they are on the outskirts of the city, from the countryside scenery, no signs are in visible sight. The sun is already low in the distance. Her brain works to figure out a way home before dark. She knows the sun sets on the West, so she faces the sun. 

          "Okay, so if West is in front of me, North is on my left and South on my right..." she deduces. "Think Anella," she talks to herself. "If you're on the North or West outskirt there should be woods," she remembers, closing her eyes to picture the map of the city that was provided in her file. "If you're on the South or East side of the city there should be fields of wheat or crops, near where you live."

          Fields of crops seem to never end far off in the distance into the purple sky. 

          "Alright, so you're on the East or South side, you need to move..." she thinks aloud, trying to organize her thoughts. "North West. Follow the sun." She springs onto her feet, burning the last of the little energy she has. After what seems to be of around fifteen minutes, Anella arrives on a better quality road, her hair sticking to her forehead, her shirt plastered on her body, but she keeps going. Her breathing becomes heavier, but she keeps going, ignoring the stitch forming on the right side of her abdomen. She's now in the city, and slows her pace to a fast walk, recognizing the streets. Her phone is gone, and she doesn't have her keys. She keeps walking towards the town square, thinking of a way to enter her apartment. She keeps her eyes open for teenage girls or women potentially owners of hair pins in the far depths of their handbags to pick on the lock to her door. 

          She passes her hands through her hair, trying to fix her disheveled look. She spots a group of girls giggling queuing outside the cinema. She walks up to them. 

          "Hi there, I'm so sorry to bother you but I was wondering if you had pins of any sort? I really just need two or three..." she asks, a pleading look on her face. 

          "Oh sure!" a girl with long hair in a bun cheerfully claims. Annela looks up at the sky, thanking the universe for the little bit of luck that was offered to her. The young blonde teen pulls out three long pins hidden in her big bun. 

          "I couldn't thank you enough," Anella smiles. "Have a nice movie!" she wishes, hastily running to her home. 

          Annela enters the code to the building and runs up the flight of stairs, two by two. She kneels down in front of her door and starts working the lock. The bobby pins slide in her clammy hands, a drop of sweat forms on her forehead and rolls down her cheek without her noticing. 

          "Come on, come on, come on..." she whispers. She gives a flick of the wrist to the left and a satisfying click makes its way to her ears. She opens the door wide, not losing time in congratulating herself. She opens her laptop to check the time and date. Her eyes widen, stunned, at what she reads on the screen. 

           7:37 p.m.

          Friday September 11th 

          She wished she was wrong but a day had passed while she was unconscious. Her stomach had made the right estimation. Felix's friend's party was going to start soon.