A Very Sticky Situation (Completed)

64: Taunt

Ana's POV

"No, she left an hour ago with an Uber, she had an emergency summon from her parents," a faint voice speaks as I gradually return to consciousness.

"Don't worry," she assures. "She should be arriving there by now, and you know with the rain, the network may be messed up which is why she isn't picking."

This time, I recognize the owner of the voice as my eyes glide open, my brain trying to process what went wrong and why is the back of my skull aching like I---

"Fuck," I mumble as I recall what went on, my eyes stinging as the pain in my head continues to throb.

"Sleeping beauty finally wakes," she cackles breaking the last string of hope that this may be a dream as she pokes my leg with the tip of her shoes.

"Emily," I aim to rise but I'm hauled back in my position, prompting me to stare at my abdomen only to see strong ropes holding me down which I can't decipher their kind and color due to the darkness that surrounds me.

I investigate further with my irises, not responding to her sneer as I observe the single wooden chair I'm tied to, my bare soles transmitting chills to my body from the cracked cement floor that I'm able to note by feeling the surface.

My attention darting to the surroundings as I sight a window that allows the view of the outside world, shattering all plans of escape as it appears too high and little for a pregnant lady to reach or slide from, in fact, I don't think a child can get through that seeing its structure.

The stale scent of earth and steady sounds on the roof implies my prediction was right earlier in regards to the weather earlier today. An idea clicks and I swerve to where her shadow is situated, not able to see her face because of the night around us.

"What time is it?" I inquire, a tad scared that I may have been out for days.

"She eventually decides to respond," she snorts. "Done with your analysis?"

"Answer me, Emily," I command, pulling on the strings all to no avail as it burns my wrists instead.

"Someone is sounding like the manager she is," she laughs in that hollow manner that leaves goosebumps on the skin of anyone who needs it, thus it comes off as that of every witch and wizard in movies that we the viewers get scared of. "Here isn't your company where you can throw orders around."

"I'm well aware of that," I retort, shutting and opening my eyes in an attempt to get more familiar with my environment, and maybe formulate plans on how to get out faster. "I'm not dumb."

"You are not," she confirms, the noise of her heels echoing stealthily in the quiet environment.

"I'm glad we agree on something," I mock. "Because even a blind man can see we aren't in la-la land so maybe you are the dumb one."

"Maybe I am," she confesses, switching on the light of her phone to guide her in a certain direction.

"Where are you going?" I interrogate, fear of abandonment washing over me like a waterfall.

"To make sure you aren't blind," she speaks, and bright lights shine in the area, causing me to clamp my lids to prevent real blindness.

"Oh you are not," she chuckles, sounding shocked. "I got scared for a moment."

"Let's not fool ourselves," I ridicule, slowly unfolding my lids to see we are presently in what looks like a bathroom under construction, a shower stand positioned at the left end of the room, a jacuzzi beside it.

I sight my image in the mirror mounted on the wall a few feet away from me. The curly brown wig on my head looking tattered with what happens to be leaf crumbs stuck in them. I try to pluck them out only to be reminded in a harsh way that I'm still restrained.