A couple days had passed since her last encounter with Vaas; Ana awoke and cracked her neck. Her entire body ached and when she shifted her position all of her muscles protested. Her arms were still bound above her head with the chains. A small, barred window above her let in a thin stream of orange sunlight. So it was early morning. She struggled to get to her feet and got up on the tips of her bare toes, peering out the window. The pirates were everywhere, and so were hostages. She recoiled when she witnessed one of the pirates dragging Jenny along behind him into a hut.

Ana slumped back against the wall and slid down to the dirty floor. Through the thin trickles of light she could see dust and filth moving around the air with every humid breeze that wafted through the bars. Her eyes lazily scanned the small room for what seemed to be the millionth time. The only contents, aside from herself, were the old table, the boxes of junk under it, and barrels and crates of assorted useless items in the corner to her right. Ana didn't know what the shed was previously used for. Judging by what it held it seemed like just a normal shed, letting useless junk and broken tools gather dust.

The only thing that made it unusual was the out of place looking bar, drilled tightly to the wall, that held her chains. It appeared to be a more recent addition, the metal was a bit shinier and cleaner in comparison to the walls. The only marks on it were the ones she had made from struggling against it. At least she thought, upon further inspection she noticed there were older scrapes and gouges in the pole as well. It sent a traumatizing surge through her head, if there had been others that Vaas had confined in here for himself, where were they now?

She sighed, feeling her body tremble. How had everything gone so horribly wrong? They weren't even supposed to be on the island. The trip was for her aunt, getting sicker and more depressed she wanted to visit Bangkok one last time, where she originated from.

Ana felt a warmness within her when her aunt insisted she join them. They weren't related by blood, her Aunt had been married to her father's brother before his problems with the law, so when Ana was invited she really felt like she had a mother all along. But she passed away before they could go, so Ana and her cousins went instead, to honour her and try to escape from the pain for a while. Just to be met with much more it seemed. She wondered where Rick and Jared had been taken... she hoped they were still alive. She felt numb, like her mind was rejecting that they were possibly hurt or dead, it was as if they were different people. She couldn't understand why she felt this way but assumed it was some kind of fucked up defence mechanism.

She realized that she should have reacted much more strongly the day they were taken, fought for her cousins, the only family she knew, cried more, been more afraid. Maybe she was in shock. She figured that made the most sense. Ana looked up at her left hand, bloodied from struggling against the chains. Her engagement ring was glistening a little less than the morning before. Covered in dirt and dried blood. Before she could think any longer, the door swung open. Vaas walked in with a dirty glass in hand and an equally dirty wooden bowl in the other. He approached her silently and she pulled in his direction, her bare feet slipping on the floor as she fell back to the ground. Her mouth began to salivate, water... Vaas pushed the junk aside on the table and hoisted himself up to sit on it, never taking his eyes of her.

Ana realized she was still half naked. Her shirt was torn and hanging open, revealing her bare chest and all she had to cover her lower half were her panties. She hunched over, trying to hide her chest with her long hair.

"Thirsty?" Vaas asked, downing the glass of musty water in one shot.

Ana's heart sank, and he gave her a look that suggested she had better answer in words, "Y-yes, I am." she forced through bared teeth.

He smirked, "Hungry?"

She nodded once and Vaas got to his feet, stalking over to her and putting the bowl down in front of her. Ana attempted to reach for it but was met by the clanging of the chains on the bar. She couldn't even bend down low enough to eat like an animal. Vaas watched her struggle with delight for a few moments before unchaining her left hand. Ana shoved a handful of the pasty mixture in her mouth and her palate was attacked with the bitterest food she'd ever eaten. She gagged and doubled over.

"What? You don't like the food that I made you?" Vaas said, seemingly insulted.

"What-" Ana gagged again, "What is it?"

"The only food you'll be getting for a while so I suggest you eat it, and be fucking grateful about it." He replied more seriously.

She sighed and slowly picked at the food, getting more nauseated with every disgusting bite.

"So your friend Mei is about to be released."

"What?" Ana took her attention away from the food.

"Your Asian friend, her parents paid up yesterday."

"You're letting her go?" She asked.

"I'm a man of my word," he placed his hand over his heart, then added with a sly grin, "when the mood strikes."

Ana sighed with relief, then hesitantly asked, "And the others?"

"That's my business."

"If I'm expected to stay here with you, can't I at least know what happened to my family? Since I won't be seeing them ever again..."

Vaas looked frustrated, he got up and walked over to Ana, towering over her and looking down. The orange sunlight leaking through the window made his tanned skin glow and his eyes all the more piercing.

"I don't have to tell you anything, hermana."

"Then just tell me this," She demanded, "and I'll never ask anything of you again. I'll stay here with you, and I'll be..." she was struggling to find the right word.

"Obedient?" Vaas raised his scarred eyebrow.

"Compliant." She muttered, the other word reminding her of how one describes a pet.

"Very well, the answer may upset you though," he looked pleased about that, she nodded slowly and he smirked, "The blonde girl, Jennifer was it? She's being transported to one of my outposts on the island; some of my men have taken quite the liking to that chica. She'll likely bounce around from place to place, coming back here every once in a while. Mei's going home, as I said, and Jared is in the process of being sold to that sick fucker, Buck, we're negotiating a price."

Ana closed her eyes and let out a huff of air, furrowing her brow, "And Rick?"

"Don't worry about Rick."

"He's dead isn't he." She glared.

"I said, don't fucking worry about it." He sounded out each word like he was speaking to a child.

Ana sighed with defeat and let her head fall back against the wall. Vaas nudged the bowl that rested between her knees.

"You don't want this? You're not going to eat the meal that I slaved over for you? Hm? You know how fucking rude that is? We've already gone over this manners thing."

"I'm not hungry anymore." She barely whispered.

"Ok." Vaas kicked the bowl across the floor, scattering the remaining gruel on the ground.

He started unbuckling his pants and Ana's body stiffened; she backed up, trying to melt away into the wall.

"I have a long day of torturing and killing ahead of me," he explained, "I could use a bit of stress relief."

"Please, n-"

"Ah, ah, ah! What happened to obedience? Ay, Anaïs?" She stared up at him with tearful eyes, "Do you WANT me to feed you to the pigs? 'Cause I can easily make that happen. You're my property now, you do what I say, when I say it, and if you don't, I fucking kill you, simple as that."

He continued to undo his pants, Ana continued to watch his face, hoping he'd take pity on her, although she knew it wouldn't happen. The man was a psychopath.

"I don't particularly want you dead yet. But if you aren't compliant, that's the word you used right? I won't hesitate. Now," he dropped his pants to the floor, and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her face towards his crotch, "comply."

Ana hated the way he kept using her wording to toy with her. She felt the bitter mixture in her stomach rising, she forced it to stay down and raised her free hand towards him, gagging once more before shakily opening her mouth. Vaas growled deeply with frustration and grabbed either side of her head, shoving himself past her lips and forcing her head back and forth. She began to cough and choke, gagging with disgust as he moaned teasingly. She slapped her free hand against his hip, digging her nails into the toned skin in a desperate attempt to get him to stop; worried he'd kill her for sure if she bit down. Vaas let out a hiss of pain and reached down to pull her hand from him. Suddenly his thrusts stopped and he yanked her head backwards.

Choking up saliva and bile, Ana gasped for air before doubling over and heaving, retching up the small amount of food she had ingested.

"What the fuck is this? Hm? Anaïs? Anaïs, what the fuck is this, ay?" he twisted her arm uncomfortably, pulling her up so that she was hanging awkwardly in his grasp, "You fucking married? What's this fucking ring?"

"Eng-" she choked up more vomit, and when she finally caught her breath she told him, "Engaged..."

"I see... You didn't mention this when I asked you about your family the other day. You hiding things from me, hm? This fiancé of yours, he have a lot of money?"

"No." She lied, not wanting to get David involved, "We were l-living paycheck to paycheck."

"That's a shame." Vaas said, dropping her hand.

The look he shot her suggested that he was up to something, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. He grabbed a wooden barrel from the corner of the shack. He placed it in front of her then grabbed a twisted piece of metal from one of the crates under the table and exited the shack. Ana backed up against the wall as far as she could again, she could feel her vomit warm under her legs and shuddered. Vaas returned a second later and grabbed her arm, slamming it down on the barrel; he got on his knees across from her and pulled out his hunting knife.

"Oh god no... No, please!" Ana begged, "Please don't! No!"

"Compliant." Vaas reminded her in the calmest of tones as he securely pinned her hand down and bent her fingers painfully closed, keeping her ring finger out straight.

"You fucking monster!" She cried, "Help!"

"Hey, shut up, you'll fuck up my aim." He warned, with no actual care in his voice, and swung the knife down.

It caught the side of her finger, just below her knuckle, and she let out a blood curdling scream. The pain was white hot, she couldn't breathe.

"Hey, don't fucking move! It's still hangin' on there a bit." Vaas laughed as if the situation was hysterical, pressing the knife down with all his might and successfully severing the finger, "Be right back." He said, hopping to his feet like an excited child and bursting out the door.

Ana was frozen, too afraid to look, too afraid to move, in too much pain to do anything. The horrible crunching sounds of the blade's teeth as they were forced through bone still played in her mind. In no time Vaas returned again, the piece of metal had been heated and he grabbed her hand and pressed the stub against it, cauterizing the wound with a sickening sizzle. Gasps for air and pitiful sobs escaped Ana's lips and she fell to the ground as the smell of charred flesh filled the shack. Vaas removed the engagement ring from the stub of her finger and pocketed it; he could sell it for a decent price.

He pointed at the writhing heap on the ground that was Ana, "Now, don't forget who you belong to."

Ana looked up at him, a pathetic look on her face, she felt like she could die of pain. He was about to say something else when there was a frantic knock at the door.

"What the fuck do you want?! I'm in the company of a lovely young lady here!" Vaas shouted.

"It's Carlos, boss." The booming voice answered, "Skydivers just landed on the island, some scouts said there were five or six of them."

Vaas paused and smiled, chuckling and turning to Ana, "Continuara." He purred, crudely squeezing his crotch, "See you later, mi hermosa, you want water? Mangoes?"

Ana nodded as much as she could muster, her eyes heavily lidded, weak with pain. Vaas clicked his tongue and pointed at her before rushing out the shack and locking it behind him. Ana lost consciousness almost immediately after.