(Slow Updates)Ella Of OriginZ Rewritten

Part 13

Ella's POV

I wake up with a start as I hear a banging on the front door. I quickly put my sock and shoe on. I grab all my things and pack up. "Open the damn door!" I hear someone yell. "I'm trying!" Someone else yells. I put my bag on and limp to a back room. I open the window and listen as the front door breaks down. I quickly jump out of the window. Making sure to land on my good foot. Knowing if I land wrong my ankle will get worse.

"Someone was just here!" I hear one of the men yell. I limp into the woods around the house and get away as fast as I can. "There's broken twigs this way!" I hear someone yell. I take a deep breath and run on both my feet. Running full speed. My ankle begs for me to stop. But I keep going. I hear people running behind me. They found me. It sounded as if there were four or more men. I run to the street and run into town. Suddenly something hits me.

I fall to the ground and roll onto my back. I see a group of ten men laughing. A few of them have blood around their mouths. I groan a little as black dots enter my vision. I hear a car door close. I look over and see a car with a dent in the front. A dent the size of my body. They fucking hit me with their car?! I look back at them all. My ears start to ring more and I can't hear anything. I see their mouths moving. Soon I black out. I feel someone pick up my body. But after that, Nothing.

I groan as something hits my cheek. I open my eyes and see at least fifteen men in front of me. "Aw look at that. The sweet girls awake." One of the men says. I glare at him. "Yes, very sweet." A different man says. I follow their eyes and I see a large cut in my arm. And I'm set up so my blood from my arm drips into a bucket. I look up at them and notice the blood stains around most if not all of their mouths. "Cannibals." I say as I glare at them all.

"Ah! She got it on the first try!" A man says. "What should her prize be?" A man asks. "How about we get rid of that leg for her. It seems to be bothering her. We could make it better." A man says. I look past them and see my stuff by a fire pit. "Let her down and bring her to the fire. That way we can cauterize the wound." A man orders. Two men untie me and carry me over to the fire. As they sit me down I take one of the men's small knives.