Anna's POV
I can’t see where they’re taking me. My eyes are covered tightly, and I can’t speak or even beg for mercy—the gag in my mouth makes sure of that.
My heart pounds wildly in my chest as they drag me across what feels like uneven ground. I try to resist, but my limbs are bound, and my strength is long gone.
After what feels like ten agonizing minutes, they stop. I hear heavy breathing, boots scuffing the dirt, and then a voice—gruff and impatient—asks, “Is it ready?”
“Everything’s set,” another replies.
They all start laughing. It’s not the kind of laugh that comes from something funny—it’s twisted, maniacal, almost inhuman.
Suddenly, someone shoves me hard. I hit the ground with a thud that sends pain through my shoulder. Then I feel it—water? No. It’s warm and smells put
