The Wrong Person
It was the dim tiny hut where Ana was locked inside with nothing but the wooden chair her body was helplessly stuck on and the cold earthy floor underneath her bare feet; on the corner, tucked one broken small table in stillness.
After getting her senses back from the drug, only those two unfamiliar men she recalled, smothering her nose with a handkerchief which caused her to end up here with a buckle to the chair.
With the remaining power she possessed, Ana wiggled, struggling to release her body, hands, and legs off the ropes; her sealed lips were unable to move let alone allow her mouth to produce a word of request for help.
The hardship devastated her; Ana surrendered in hopelessness with the tears drifting down her cheeks and her torso no longer shaking, giving up to the rope ties.