maeve rojas-one of us is dying

Maeve

I came to drowsily, slowly regaining consciousness as I cracked open my eyes and took in my surroundings. I was in what appeared to be a dark, cold, slightly damp storage unit.
I pushed myself up from my position where I had been lying on the concrete floor and shakily stood, wringing out my limbs to regain some feeling in them.
The room was bare save for a walkie talkie taped to the grey ceiling.
As I fully came to my senses, I became aware of pains all over my body. There was a dull ache coming from the area around my left eye and reaching up to it I felt the skin stretched tight and swollen, I had a stabbing headache, and when I put a hand to my temple, it came away covered in congealed blood.
Just then, the static of the walkie talkie cut out to be replaced by a heavily distorted male voice.
"Hello Maeve Rojas," the voice began, the tone smooth and cool, their words sharp.
"I'm not going to tell you much, but here are the basics. Do not try to run, or scream, or do anything. You will stay here, stay obedient, and pray that your sister and your friends do as they are told so that you stay in one piece. Capiche?" The voice dint wait for an answer before continuing,
"A hired hand will come into the room shortly to sort you out, and to take photos as proof of life. You will do everything he says, and you will not do anything out of turn."
There was a pause, and then,
"I'm sorry about the cut and bruise, but I need to create a sense of desperation in your friends, and you should be thankful we did it while you were unconscious. My intention is not to kill you. You have a purpose here, Maeve Rojas. Let us hope you live long enough to serve it."

With that, he was gone, crackling static filling the room once more. I shivered, though not from the cold. What did he mean, I have a purpose here? One thing was for sure, I wasn't going to be obedient. Mabye I was trapped. Mabye I don't know where I was. But I was not going to lie down and let him walk all over me just because he told me to.
The fear I was feeling previously was trickling through my veins like water, but, with a goal, my resolve ates in and the fear turns to ice. I ready myself as the door swings open, running at the person walking through the metal door. They block me as I try to run past them and as I try and throw a punch they reach out their left hand with lightning fast reflexes and hold my closed fist in place. Using the fist, they drive their body weight through it, forcing me backwards, against the chair in the corner.
The voice from the walkie talkie comes through again,
"I told you not to fight me. Why couldn't you just make it easy for yourself?"
I focus on the person pinning me to the chair. As I view them more fully and the blinding rage and desperation ebbs away, I see that it is a strong woman with dark hair and eyes the colour of butter coffee. The fear that I abandoned a minute ago comes rushing back to me and I realize that I am powerless in this situation, and I need to trust Bronwyn to figure this out. The fact infuriates me as much as it scares me, but I push that thought away as I turn my attention back to the woman in front of me. After searching when face for a solid minute, I realise that I have no idea who she is. Even though I had expected this, a twinge of disappointment ran through me, but I shoved it away, reminding myself that I couldn't have done anything with the information anyway.
As I thought this, the woman unearthed a roll of duct tape and began binding my hands to the chair. When she was finished, she slapped a strip round my mouth, shrugging, as though it was an afterthought.
I couldn't say why, but in that moment, the gravity of my situation set in. I began to thrash against my bonds and tried to scream through the tape, but it was too late. Far too late.
When the woman produces an IV, however, blind panic flows out of me.
Her vice like grip latches onto my arm and shoves a needle into the crook at my elbow. Despite her not being gentle, I barely feel it as tears fill my eyes and pure helplessness overwhelms me..
She attached the drip and begins walking away, slowly.Tears fall down my face, my throat choking with sobs through the tape.
Then the woman stops and turns, and a glimmer of hope pushes through, only to be decimated as all she does is Rio the duct tape from my mouth, fully ensuring I won't suffocate.
It is, in a way, a weird relief, as I pant and sob more freely, black spots beginning to appear at the edges of my vision.i hear a clang, and the sound of an electronic key locking, as though from far away.
The world seems blurred, though that could just be the tears. My muscles relax as I stop struggling, my breaths evening, as I feel darkness tugging at me, dragging me under.
And then, I am gone.