Sorry about before this chapter, so I am trying AGAIN so hope you like
Ana and I sat in the eerie silence of the woods, though sometimes it was interrupted with Ana whimpering or breathing harsh. I saw that her skin had gotten paler, she was sweating more, and the bandage was stained a dark red. I tried talking to her, "Ana?" she took in a shaky breath before answering, "Yeah?" I knew she tried sounding strong but I heard the strain in her voice. I calmed myself before answering, "I couldn't help but notice that how good you are with... calming and controlling someone. I was just wondering what you did for a living." In truth I was curious but I was also trying to keep her with me. She gave a soft laugh and gave a cough, "You picked up on that, huh? Mark did always say that I take my work everywhere, I am a therapist." I saw her smile when she mentioned Mark, "Who's Mark?" I asked and saw her smile again fondly, "My husband." She took a deep breath and winced "We need to get out of here," something accord to her "how long have you been here?" the question took me by surprise "Uh- well a day? He took me last night from..." I trailed off willing the lump away. She looked at me for the first time "Have you eaten anything before or even after the abduction?" I thought about it and shook my head and she looked away.
At first I thought she was gonna yell or something when she turned to me, "It's getting dark" she said instead "we need to get some rest, tomorrow we need to try and get out of here." She grew quiet after that and rested her head against the wooden wall closing her eyes. I sat there listening to the night's noises, or lack of it, and tried to think about how we could get out of here. I remembered Pentz car leaving but never returning, so how did he know that I had yelled for help, also how did he know that someone did come help? The questions ran through my foggy head, yet all went unanswered. After a while my eyes couldn't stay open anymore, and finally I fell asleep.
Like yesterday the first break of sunlight woke me up, my neck had gone numb through the night yet the pain was still evident in it. It even hurt when I turned to look at Ana, she was still asleep, "Ana" I whispered and when she didn't stir I called a little louder. She didn't move, or acknowledge me calling for her. It took me a while to notice it, the night air was chilly yet not that cold to have left her lips blue-purple, her mouth hang open in a silent scream, and her arms limp next to her body. I couldn't help when I cried her name out louder with tears in my eyes, I kept yelling her name while I knew it wouldn't help. Ana was dead. She died trying to save me, I didn't know her didn't even know her last name, or if she had children. I knew she had a husband, she had someone and I took her away from them. I let all the tears stream down now, for both me and Ana, how we both were unfairly kept here, how she was shot for being a good person, and her dying. But what scared me the most was that now, here in this moment, I feared for my life. I knew if he would kill someone who only tried to help, what would he do to someone he hated and planned to get revenge on? I cried harder, I screamed out, and trashed in my chair.
Silent tears were still rolling down my cheeks, my voice hoarse from both yelling and crying, when I heard the floor creek. I wouldn't know if it was from my screaming or if he finally came to put a bullet in me like he did Ana, but Pentz stood there gun in hand looking at Ana. He bent down next to her and felt for a pulse, he straightened and looked to me, "Well I hope your happy." I looked at him with what I presumed bloodshot eyes with hatred in them, "Why would I be happy?" I snapped at him "Why would anyone take pleasure in taking someone's life! You will get what you do to others, if not by me then my fa-" I was cut off mid rant by a slap. The sound of skin connecting to skin rang loud in the cabin. My head was turned away, and I held it there shocked by the slap. The shock evaded as quick as it came and I looked to him, he opened his mouth to talk but I cut him off, "What? Are you just gonna hit me? While I am tied up? Hit me till I beg you to stop, to just let me go? Or are you gonna wait till I ask you to kill me? If so don't expect the guilt to be less, because point blank it won't!" my voice grew in volume with each question, "You might kill me to get back at my father, but what would lessen the guilt over Ana's death? You killed an innocent woman! You're still gonna rot in hell! But don't worry you won't be alone, your spineless son will join you!" I was breathless when my rant was done.
He looked at me and without a word turned at left me there, along with Ana's lifeless body. I yelled more profanities after he left not caring if he heard or not, I wanted all my grief, anger and helplessness out. I felt tired when I was done, and also for the first time felt the hunger that should have hit me already come now. I was alone, tired and slowly losing my mind. Yet I knew how he was going to kill me, the gun was just there to taunt me, the abuse to hurt me, but my death would be slow and painful. I was going to die of hunger and dehydration, the most natural yet painful death one can die of.
