The two woman chatted amongst themselves, feeling this far out would mean few would overhear. They stepped into the cabin to grab the key then went into the back to the storm cellar. One saying something about giving the full dose from the start, the other about what they'd do with her. It wad decided they'd keep doing this till they found her dead.
Michiru cringed when she heard their voices and she had the drive to just lay there, try and focus that maybe if she played dead they'd panic. It didn't work, because the moment the first woman jerked the chain off to replace it to the heavier one she flinched. What pleasant girls.
How long would she be, or did she not feel it? Michiru shook her head, tugging the ratty shirt they'd given her tighter around her person. She would try standing if she could have, the break in her femur was healing, yes, but the one on her shin was worse. "I give you both props for going this far... Most teens your age don't get off the laptop let alone enough to do this."
A slap to shut her up was enough to make her stop. But dammit, she wouldn't give in, not now that there was hope her lover would be here soon/