Figuring Her Out

Chapter 12 | Escape

Chapter 12

*Flashback*
"Ana"
"Ana!"
I mumble intolerantly to the voices still unconscious.
The deep voice says my name again more harshly. If that's possible for it to be any harsher.
I open my eyes for a split second before blacking out again.

The next thing I feel is a hard slap across the cheek that makes a loud noise snapping me out of the darkness. I press my hand against my now throbbing cheek undoubtedly bright red.

I open my eyes still not seeing much, and wait for my eyes to go into focus.
I look down and my arms are tied to the sides of a chair. I begin to panic I squirm back and forth and my body is also tied to the chair.
I can't remember how I got here.
But I know exactly why I'm here.
And what happened.

I turn my head backwards and there's a man in his mid thirties I would say, who is very muscular. He has a gun pointed at my head.
Shit
I'm going to die.

I look around me and it looks like I'm in a abandoned warehouse, how cliché.
        There was a few men standing around me. They all had many tattoos covering there bodies. Most had black masks covering there faces. Hiding their identities. A couple looked pretty young, one male barley looked 25 he had dirty blonde hair and a black ski mask on.
I recognized a few from what happened leading up to this.
One of the men standing off in a corner walks towards me.

I feel my blood boil rage rushing over me, this is all their fault.
He stops a few feet from me looking at me with a evil smirk and hatred in his eyes.
He is not wearing a mask like the others. He is wearing a black hoodie and loose jeans. I can see the top of a knife poking out of his jeans.

"You stupid little girl! You thought you could get away with this!" He says rage filling his voice.

I clench my jaw.  I'm not going down without a fight. If I die here, I want to die knowing I didn't go down without a fight. But I can't think about dying. They won't kill me. I have to survive. I need to have hope.

"Now your going to pay the price" he says almost like it excites him. I refuse to speak to them. To show them I'm scared. Even though I'm trying my best not to shake from fear. I'm terrified.

He puts to fingers in his mouth and whistles Loudly.

"Marcus, now!" He yells.
I hear a door open. My heart races beating 100mph.

Theres screaming and yelling muffled out. A tall muscular man brings in someone with a bag over there head. There's blood stains on the bag and blood on the the mans shirt. Marcus doesn't have a hard time bringing him out, even though the man is fighting to escape. But his hands are tied behind his back with ropes. And his ankles are tied together.

Marcus drags the man over a few feet from me shoving him down onto his knees. He lets out a groan in pain.

Marcus takes the bag off the mans head, and I almost go into shock. I feel like screaming but no word come out. I feel like someone punched me in the stomach. I think I'm going to be sick.
I want to run, to hide.
I feel like I'm falling, before hitting the ground I jolt awake.

     I quickly sit up in my bed out of breath. My    chest heaves up and down. My body's covered in sweat and I'm sure I only got 1 hour of sleep.   
My blankets are all on the floor.