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The kidnapper, who had until recently been the source of her terror, now lay unconscious on the ground, his body covered in blood from a deep wound in his side, his eyes closed, and his pale face suggesting that he was on the verge of death. This was her golden opportunity, the door was open and no one was there to stop her. But she stands there for a moment, hesitates, then approaches him slowly. Her gaze was filled with confusion, as if a battle was raging inside her. Isn't this the same man who threatened her life? Who made her feel helpless and afraid? However, she cannot turn her back on him. She kneels next to him, trying to suppress her conflicting feelings. Her hands are shaking as she examines the wound. She realizes that if she doesn't do something, he'll die here now. She takes a piece of her shirt, tears it lightly to make a bandage and applies pressure to the wound. Every movement she makes is interspersed with internal questions: “Why am I doing this? Why would I sacrifice my freedom for my captor?” But another part of her insists on staying, on helping. Perhaps because the humanity inside her is stronger than any desire for revenge. When he slowly started to open his eyes, she was still there beside him, making sure he was okay. His first glances at her were not full