The layers of ice

A cabin full of bones

The truc was crawling awfully slow in the snow and mud on the dirt paths around the lake...

Anastasia had no idea in hell where she was after one hour of driving in the wild as the sun was setting. Actually she had been too panicked at the moment of her kidnapping to even remember which road the driver took to leave school... So she abandoned all hope as soon once she had calmed down a little.

She would be killed soon.

She was certain of it.

And she couldn't do anything about it.

Keeping her eyes tightly shut she bet a silent farewell to every person she loved. To her father who would never take with his daughter about planes again, to her mother who couldn't complain anymore about her shyness, to her little brother who was almost three... He would grow up and forget his sister...

The truck stopped abruptly, the fish smelling man took her again and carried her to a small hunting cabin. The skull of a deer was decorating the door...

« They will cut me in pieces ! »thought Anastasia when she saw the butchering tools.

The fish smelling man placed her on the bed while the other was locking the door solidly and taking a rifle.

-Yury will untie you and remove the flex tape on your mouth. Don't scream. There are only animals in a forty kilometers radius from here. And don't try to escape. Even if you achive to run away you will freeze to death or be killed by wolfs. Nod if you understand.

Anastasia nodded terrified. She wouldn't even try to run away , she was too afraid of the wild.

The moment she was freed of the last tie she jumped back, the farsest she could from the two men.

-W-what  do you want with me..? she asked with a trembling voice and tears in her eyes.

The rifle man sighed.

-It's definitively easier with sedatives... You, stop scarying her. Go get soap and warm water.

The girl was more and more confused. Soap ? Why ?

The rifle man continued:

-I'm Altan and his name is Yury. We are both fishermen in Baiskal. We are sorry about the kiddnaping, but you wouldn't just follow us... Don't be afraid, we won't kill you or touch you in any unproper way.

-We wouldn't even think about dishonoring the holy sacrifice, the fish smeling man  said while handing her soap and a towel.

Sacrifice... Terror struck Anastasia the the power of a tsunamy. It was not only fear, but a feeling of wrongness. It was sordid, it was tabou... She was feeling sick...

"She know..."

She bed pardon to Natalia with all her heart...