Anna couldn't see. Not that her captor would want her to be able to see where he was taking her. She had finished screaming against the gag in her mouth about an hour ago.
Anna was living in a flat in downtown London. The fog had rolled in thickly. Anna liked the fog because no one else did; she had decided to go for a walk. As it turned out, there was someone who liked the fog just as much as she did. She didn't see the van in the white clouds, despite it having 'PEST CONTROL' sprawled darkly across it.
The man had chatted to her for a while and, despite feeling mildly annoyed at the unprovoked conversation, she thought nothing more of it. That was until he had hauled her into the back of his van, a knee pressed solidly against her chest while he wrapped a length of black material around her jaw, stuffing it so far into her mouth that his fat fingers brushed the back of her throat. Then came the blindfold, the heavy blow to her head that knocked her out and the endless bumps in the road.
After the journey, Anna was removed from the van, she felt cold air on her pale cheek and she whimpered. There were doors and floors, stairs and ups and downs and downs and downs until she was thrown into a room. The claustrophobia left her immobilised, fearing reaching out and touching anything, left without the knowledge that she was actually sat in a much larger room than she anticipated. The gag was removed along with a long trail of spit from Anna's mouth.
"Scream," The man laughed, "Scream all ye like,"
Anna complied. Wrenching out a scream to induce a fever, a scream that brought her out in a cold sweat, so volatile that her captor left her blind and screaming, hastily walking from the room. Anna stopped screaming at the sound of a bolt across the door and a heavy lock, she dissolved into crying and whimpering, rocking gently back and forth.
It was then that she heard the others, all of them softly crying and whimpering. Praying to Gods that they had never even believed in, but mow they longed for the comfort of hope.
Anna was still, listening to the cacophony of fear that was occurring around her, it lured her own panic into submission.
Suddenly something brushed her hand.
"Huh!" Anna gasped out, causing some of the crying to stop in surprise of the new noise. She ripped her hand away and buried it into her lap.
"Listen," A voice said, soft like a whisper, an American accent buried beneath the hoarseness, "It's going to be okay,"
