The gun was still in posistion against her temple. The cold metal of the barrel made her skin crawl. What if Jane's finger accidently slipped and she pressed the trigger? Janet would be blown to bits. But was the safety on? Things like these ran through her mind during the drive. They weren't exactly the best things to be thinking about, but Janet was just thankful to be alive.
They had been driving for over 3 hours. Janet was constantly stealing glances at her watch. The scary thing was that they were running out of gas and they were in the middle of nowhere. Either they find a gas station soon or Janet would be stranded with a crazy woman with a gun. But it seemed as if Jane had read her thoughts as she announced an upcoming turn-off.
"I don't see anything but trees," Janet said nervously. She began to bite her buttom lip. It was a habit of hers.
"Just shut-up and pay attention. You'll see it."
And in fact there was a hidden path among the dense foliage. It was rough and looked like no human or animal had tred on it in centuries. She began to lead the car along the path when Jane grabbed her hands from the wheel. The car spun to the side a bit making Janet's stomach lurch.
"Get out. We're walking from here."
Jane held Janet tightly by the forearm as the unlikely couple made their way deeper into the woods. The mist seemed to have followed them from Denton as it hung in the air. Fear rippled in her stomach. This wasn't good at all. Jane seriously had something wrong with her. And Brad thought she was crazy. He obviously didn't know what crazy was.
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Seconds, minutes, hours passed by. The journey to wherever they were going seemed neverending. Janet's legs were aching and she really needed to use the bathroom. Jane was unfazed. A stony expression remained on her pudgy face. Janet was just so tired. Her eyes were just about to close when she smelt something. It tickled her nose and immediately her eyes opened wide. It smelt so familiar. But what was that smell? Smoke? Maybe. Cookies? No. Coffee? It was definitely coffee. But then she smelt smoke again. Maybe someone was drinking coffee and smoking. Who knows? After what she had seen today Janet would believe that right around this bend in the road someone would be sitting on the porch of some cabin drinking coffee and smoking.
Janet nearly fainted at the sight of the cabin. It was made of wood and was nestled in the trees. If you didn't look closely you could miss it. The wood looked slightly damp from the rain, but it a deep brown. The roof was slanted with black shingles. The windows had white frames while the door was a striking red. It was seriously mismatched yet somehow managed to stay hidden.
Jane did lead Janet over to the strange looking cabin. With her spare hand, Jane produced an ancient looking key and opened the door into the main room where she roughly shoved Janet into a chair. With surprising speed, she tied Janet's hands behind her. The rope was cutting into her wrists making the fear in her stomach grow.
"Why am I here? Please, just let me go," cried Janet. You could hear the panic in her voice. She had been almost distracted from her fright by the cabin but once she found herself tied up to a chair the apprehension settled right back in.
Jane quietly walked away leaving Janet alone. In an attempt to calm herself down, Janet observed her surroundings. She was in a very open room. There was a couch and a love seat with woven blankets draped over them. A wooden rocking chair stood in the corner. In the other corner stood a wood stove and what appeared to be a refrigerator. But a wall was obstructing her view of the other side of the cabin. That was where Jane had gone.
After a while, Janet realized that Jane wasn't coming back. She would simply die here alone and probably no one would ever find her. Why do the good die young? As Janet condemplated this a strange whirring noise flitted through the air. It was an uncomfortable sound that was definitely being made by a machine. Heavy footsteps blended in with the whirring noise and a dark shadow appeared from behind the wall. Janet was about to open her mouth, but everything went black. Her head fell limp to the side as the dark figure picked the young woman up and carried her away.