Tanya knows he’s being driven by love.
Love for her.
He’s on the screen, the camera far out enough to capture the whole scene, but close enough to read his face.
Haanstra’s behind her. She’d caught a glimpse earlier, he seemed to be controlling the drone remotely. She doesn’t know how that can be, at such a distance, but right now she has more pressing concerns. She’s discovered that the chair isn’t bolted to the ground, and she’s been waiting for Haanstra to move close enough for her to try and ram him.
Desperate? Sure. But what else does she have?
So far Haanstra’s been keeping out of range, though, as if he’s read her mind.
On screen Jaap has the cling film stretched out, but he’s still not started. The woman’s writhing but he has her pinned down too well.
Tanya’s breathing is getting out of control, she has to act before it’s too late.
She starts to scream, the noise stifled by the ball-gag, but it’s enough to annoy Haanstra. He steps close behind her and sends another breathtaking, stinging slap across the side of the face.
Now! she thinks. Do it.
All the strength in her legs boosts her back, and she feels herself crashing into Haanstra, knocking him down. She lands on top of him, and he grunts hard like he’s winded badly. She can feel the back of her head against his chest, and she scrabbles her legs, lifts her head, preparing to bring it down on his face, if only she can get into position.
But before she can she feels herself flipping sideways, Haanstra shoving her off him. Before she can do anything he’s up, grabbing her, hauling the chair she’s in upright.
She blew it. The chance to save herself, save Jaap from what he’s being forced into.
He’s still behind her, and she’s waiting for the blow which she knows will come.
But then there’s a loud knocking on the metal door behind them, the sound reverberating round the space. On the screen Jaap’s still working, his face twisted in disgust.
Haanstra shoves the back of the chair, tipping her forward onto the concrete floor, her knees hitting just before her face. The top of the chair rams her in the back of the neck.
She hears Haanstra’s footsteps heading towards the door.