CHAPTER 43
Erica's POV
(Jane)
The sound of Clara's body hitting the ground was disturbingly pleasing. I looked at her pale face and my teeth clenched as guilt gripped my heart. I had to remember what I was trying to do. Answers, the word repeated in my mind, a reminder to fight against the pity that was trying to overwhelm me.
I worked fast, my fingers struggling with the thick rope I'd found in the old shed. It was rough on Clara's soft skin as I tied her to the old oak tree. She was passed out, which was good, giving me time to get ready for when she woke up, and things would really start. The woods were very quiet, with only the sound of leaves and my own heartbeat breaking the silence. I waited, feeling like time was moving slowly, until I finally heard a soft moan.
Her eyes flick
