dangerous guys and even my captor was in danger so he just has to abandon us. it s finished again. we felt up until this point that things had been pretty tough. we didn t realize that we were only at the beginning. listening to scott was unbearable for me. it s like psychological torture. feet with like a whip, like a reed, because all your nerve endings are in your feet. he began questioning. american pig! who are you working for? why did you go to tal afar? and i was saying i m a journalist. again, i believe this is how i m going to die, they re going to beat me to death. in being beaten to death, the survival instinct isn t to
you re sitting waiting for what could be and should be the end of your life. i was hearing some arabic and some turkish so i missed some parts. they were in a hurry, they didn t know what to do with us. said we are running out of time. let s simply killed them. so i said scott, they re going to shoot us. that was a heart dropping moment, especially for us. to keep that panic down was so much. i was so much terrified. i was believing that i only have minutes. she began to cry. he told me no, no, no, don t cry. you are still the same person that i know. don t let them do this to you. he told me physically they can touch us but they can not change our souls. nothing can change that. and it was at that moment
yelling, it was before they came into the courtyard. they just pushed him to the end of the courtyard. they were like robots programmed to kill. and then the unmistakable cocking of a kalashnikov. click click. and i just froze. at that moment there is nothing but the trigger pull. you ll not hear another sound. time stands still and at the same time it races. my brain goes into an overdrive. it s arguing with itself, it s trying to find out which emotion, saying good-bye to your family, wondering where did we go wrong and you know there s, like no time. so i just thought that i have to make them understand that scott is a human with love, with a heart. so i suddenly remembered kirk and i just yelled out stop, he has a son! and they just stopped at that moment.
had she not yelled they would have shot me. to come back from that, be pulled back from the abyss and to be told to sit back down, the relief is fighting with the emotion of still trying to come to grips with what the hell just happened. then the emir came back and made his decision to take zeynep away. scott, they re going to kill you, scott! i was convinced that they were taking me away so that they could kill scott without me making a fuss. it was an outrage that this was happening and it was such a sense of helplessness. anyway, about three minutes later there was a sudden one single gunshot was fired. and one guy actually he went like this and i thought they killed zeynep. it s like i was hit with a bat in the gut. i mean, it just floored me.
knowing that her torture was aimed at provoking a confession from me my heart just sank. but there was nothing i could do. i really don t know how much time later. i noticed scott s shoes and i thought that they killed him. because i knew that he always used to keep the shoes in a neat way. and it was a deep, deep pain. this just proves that i couldn t save his life and some man came inside and told me get up, we saved your life. i didn t wake up.