<div class="floatleft">(http://www.hellomagazine.com/imagenes/profiles/jennifer-connelly/769-connollyprofb.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Tisha Magnessen</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Ambush site</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Nikita</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Being beaten to a pulp</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/>Tisha looked at the wounded woman with a mix of horror and compassion. She was relieved when she saw her open her eyes and start speaking. Even though she was horribly disfigured, at least she was alive and not into too much pain to speak.<br/><br/><em>"Oh gods..just..god it hurts..what happened...?"</em>she said, grasping Tisha's hand.<br/><br/>Tisha had a pale smile.<strong>"Uuuh... I'm not sure. I believe you had a car accident..."</strong>She turned her head, looking at the burning inferno on the road. It seemed so impossible that that girl could have survived such an explosion.<strong>"It's a miracle that.... Eeeeeh?"</strong><br/><br/>She felt Nikita's hand clench her wrist with a vice-grip strength. Before she had time to protest she was pulled down into the mud. She did not understand what was happening. Before she had time to react, Nikita had rolled over her and was sitting on her chest, straddling her torso.<br/><br/><strong>"Hva faen..."</strong>she uttered, switching back to Norwegian, her face a vivid expression of shock and surprise. She never finished her sentence as Nikita's fist punched her in the nose and a blinding pain exploded in her head. She lifted her arms to protect her face but another punch landed, breaking her zygomatic bone with a sickening crushing noise. And then another punch landed and another. Nikita seemed always to find an opening between her trembling arms to hit another untouched spot of her face. The pain combined to the impacts to quickly push her into a haze of agony. Her face was bloody, her eyes were so swollen that she could not open them, even if she wished to. Her front teeth were shattered, her nose was flattened into a bloody mass adorned with a few rosy bubbles, her lower jaws was hanging limply, broken out of its socket.<br/><br/>She was squirming in the wet earth of the ditch. At first she had managed to kick Nikita's back a couple of times but soon her writhing became incoherent. Her body was moving like a worm under her attacker's weight, pinned into the mud. Her white blouse was splattered with blood and mud, her breasts were flattened against her ribs under Nikita's steel buttocks. Her skirt was trussed up her thighs and her pale, well-toned legs were contorting feebly, her naked toes digging the earth, sometimes trying to arch her body up. Her pricey black lace thong was pulled into her slit as she fought.