Analise Gordan (crazyonyou) wrote in the_colony, @ 2011-03-21 20:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | ^ week 35, analise gordan |
Week 35 - Wednesday
Characters: Ana Kirke, kidnapper NPCs
Location: The kidnappers' camp
Summary: Ana is held
Rating: PG
Ana couldn’t breathe around the gag. The cloth filled her mouth and made her jaw ache. She felt like it was invading her throat and no matter how hard she tried to breathe around the cloth, it was like she couldn’t get enough air into her lungs. It was like drowning around a piece of cloth.
When they first left the store, Ana tried to keep track of right and left turns figuring that maybe she could get loose and find her way home. After the sixth turn she gave up. Even if she could get away, odds were she wouldn’t get home on foot.
The space in her lungs left empty of air began to fill with something like dread. There were two groups nearby that they knew would have an interest in kidnapping. One would rape her until she got pregnant and the other would enslave her. Given a choice, she’d rather be a slave. It wasn’t fair. She shouldn’t have to choose between enslavement and rape. She shouldn’t have to; it wasn’t fair. What was wrong with people?The thought was enough to make the bile rise in her throat. Her mouth urned with the acrid taste of it but there was nothing for Ana to do but swallow it back down.
When they stopped and the door opened, Ana kicked blindly out. All that got her was a threat from the woman to “stop that” and a strong jerk to her feet. Ana was half guided, half dragged some distance. Something happened with her hands - she could hear the click of handcuffs - and Ana could tell that one wrist had been handcuffed to a pole. She felt like a dog on too short a chain. The relief was when the gag came off. They left the blindfold on and then left her alone.
With nothing left to do, Ana took a seat on the ground with the pole at her back. The panic was receding and leaving something much colder in its wake. Despite her best efforts to to stay quiet a couple of sobs got loose. In the dark of the blindfold, it was too easy to imagine all the terrible things that were probably going to happen to her. Perhaps she was being watched right now. Her captor could be looking at her, planning. She hated the not knowing more than anything. There were too many awful possibilities in the blackness. Ana had never felt more small or more alone or more afraid.
Ana wanted to go home. Back to the simple room she and Drew shared. They could crawl into bed and she’d press her cheek against the warm skin of Drew’s chest. He’d put his arm around her and then nothing bad could happen because they were together. Ana wanted to go back to their Vegas apartment. She’d come home late from the bar to find Drew waiting for, half asleep on the couch. Ana would climb on top of him and stretch her full length against Drew’s. They’d lay there and share a space that was barely big enough for one.
What was Drew going to do without her? She remembered how distraught he was when Molly got sick and imagining his reaction when Holly explained what happened was enough to send another sob through her.
And oh God, Holly. What if there was a second group and they got him too? What would happen to him when a captor found out he was really a man? Poor Holly. She hoped he was okay. If he wasn’t, there was no one to tell Drew what happened. She just went out and never came home. He would be left to wonder. He’d be wondering either way. Who was going to look after him if she wasn’t there? He needed her to love him.
Oh, baby. I love you so much. We didn’t have enough time; there wasn’t enough time. It’s all my fault. I waited a year to come find you, I should have come the first day. I’m so sorry, baby. I love you. I love you. I love you.
Ana wished someone could come take her blindfold off. There was nowhere to hind from all the things she was thinking about in the dark.