♡︎Maeve's POV♡︎
☠︎︎TW: The following chapter will contain disturbing details and violence; strong language ☠︎︎
The sun was up again, peering through the missing brick. I've assembled a, not very good, plan.
Wait until they're gone, then aggressively scream until somehow someone hears me. Yes good idea.
No. No, not a good idea. They live in the middle of nowhere.
I groan, a few frustrated tears leaving my eyes. I hate that all I can do is sit here in self pity, waiting for them to do whatever fucked shit they're planning.
My hands that were bound behind my back begin to sting causing me to wince.
What's the point of tying me up if I'm locked in a room anyways? Extra much. I roll my eyes in frustration.
The days are merging together. The same routine. They stop by every once in a while to feed me and give me water. Let me use the restroom. Tie me up again.
An idea sparks, it's risky, but perhaps somehow I can escape when they let me use the restroom. I could make a run for it once I'm untied.
That seems more logical than my brick plan.
With that, I lean my head back, closing my tired stinging eyes.
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River and her mother enter the room. This time, they have stuff in hand.
I scan the items. A huge dusty book, candles, herbs, salt, knives. KNVIVES.
My heart plummets.
"What's- what are you doing?" I ask, my voice coming out shaky.
I'm ignored. Rivers mother pulls down a table, setting it up. It looked like something a doctor would use.
Metal and rusty, just barely standing. Her mother sets everything a top it.
"Let the ritual begin." She smiled, the same gruesome smile that will forever haunt me.
My mind goes haywire. Ritual?
Things are clicking together slowly now, the sigils, the ram head, the random herbs in the candles.
Witchcraft. But not just any witchcraft, this isn't normal, this is dark magic. Demonic. Used in cults.
Heavy hot tears stream down my face. I'm never going to make it out of here.
River hasn't spared a glance in my direction. I hope she feels awful. More than awful.
Her mother sprinkles salt on the ground. A circle with a strange star in the middle. She sets a candle on each of the stars points, black candles.
She lights them as if she's done this hundreds of times, with effortless skill.
She's mumbling something, my body goes hot. Every atom of my being buzzing, begging me to run.
I watch as if I'm in a trance, every step she takes, every herb she sprinkles on the salt, lingering onto every word of the foreign language she utters.
My watery eyes shift to River. Surprisingly our eyes meet. Her fingers move, for a second, I think she's going to flip me off.
I look closer though, she lifts two fingers then folds them into her hand, making a fist.
A memory flashes, "if we're ever in trouble and cannot communicate, this will be our like, secret language. Two fingers then a fist means I'm going to protect you and I have a plan okay?"
"Okay?" I laugh confused on why we'd ever be in a situation like that, and how oddly specific she was being.
She looks at me seriously, "Please remember it Maeve."
I gulp and nod at the tone of her voice.
I nod at River, very stiffly. Still not completely trusting her. We wouldn't be here if she didn't set me up. Why would she actually help me out?
A squeak of a mouse makes my eyes snap back to Rivers mother. She was humming as if she was enjoying herself.
A little white mouse was in her hand, her grip was gentle as she held a knife in her opposite hand.
I watch in horror, eyes widening as she creates a slit right across the mouse's throat. It makes a horrible screech before all is silent again.
Rivers mother looked amused.
Bile rises in my throat. My body was shaking horribly. My eyes still froze on the scene.
Still humming, Rivers mother dangles the mouse by its tail while dripping the blood along the salt star she created.
She's insane.
I was frozen. Eyes wide and frantic, body shaking dramatically. I couldn't scream, I couldn't cry, all I could do was watch and hope my fate isn't the same as the mouse.
Rivers face is blank. Her eyes looked tired, emotionless. Her hands now limp at her sides.
I wince internally. As much as I hate her right now, I hate seeing her like this more.
The table screeches against the ground as Rivers mother moves it beside the salt.
She sets the dirty knife down, wiping the blood on her shirt.
She grabs a huge bowl, setting it on the floor between her and the table.
"Bring her." She utters to River.
River and I both tense the same. Our bodies gone rigid.
"What are you waiting for?!" Her mother claps, "Bring her. Now!"
River makes her way over to me, "Please no, don't! Rivs please!"
Her eyes gloss over as if she's beginning to cry as well, yet gives no response.
I try to pull myself together, yet the heartbreak of her just handing me off was stabbing into me.
She silently unties me. Once I'm loose, I push her back and run to the door.
River's arm snaps to my wrist, pulling me backwards causing me to stumble.
I gasp and struggle in her grip. Her mother on the other hand, seemed more than amused at the whole situation. As if she knew I wouldn't escape regardless.
"Please let me go!" I sob, voice breaking.
"Stop fighting Maeve." River whispers causing another sob to slip past my lips.
I keep tugging away from her, each tug getting weaker as the sobs wrack my body.
I think of my mom, my school, our friends. I wonder if they'll miss me? I wonder if I would have moved into a nice house? I wonder if River and I would have gotten married?
Amongst my sad thoughts about a possible future, my mind rushes back to my mother.
She sent me that text, right?
Was my mother here? Apart of this?
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