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pool at the corner of Amanda’s mouth and under her back. Amanda’s shirt over her stomach became more and more soaked in a dark shade of liquid crimson, while the thick metallic fluid pooled underneath her body.
Carrie screamed as Gabriel approached the girls, still pointing the gun at them. His face had no remorse, just dangerous determination as he grabbed Sara by the hair and raised her to her feet.
“Stop, what do you want?” Carrie cried out in a terrified high pitched voice.
“Just this bitch!” He growled pulling tightly on Sara’s hair, she gasped as Carrie began screaming louder, “No, please! No, please Gabriel, let her go!”
“Shut that hole in the face before I give you another one!” He growled as he pointed the gun at Carrie.
“No,” Sara’s voice broke, “I’ll go with you, just, please don’t hurt anyone else.”
Carrie slumped over Amanda, sobbing brokenly.
Still gripping her hair, Gabriel pulled Sara back to the edge of the river boat where the three armed men waited.
In the speed boat one of the men duct taped her hands together and put a strip of duct tape over her mouth. She looked from man to man, each of them was between 30 and 40 years of age, one had a burly beard, while the other had a scar down his jaw line, there was Gabriel, and there was one man who Sara realized she recognized. She couldn’t quite remember where from.
To Sara’s surprise they the boat didn’t turn around to go back to Manaus but headed deeper into the rainforest. The boat bumped and jarred as it sped up the river, the tears distorting Sara’s vision created a Picasso-esc view of the river and forest scape in blurred tones of tones of greens, browns end intermittent bright colors emphasized by the sudden influxes of light shining through the canopy.
After what must have been hours the boat pulled to shore and Sara was lifted out of the boat. Sara cried silent tears as was led on foot into the forest on what seemed to be some sort of game trail that was barely there. Branches scratched and bruised her legs and arms, thorns underneath her feet were so large that they threatened to plunge through her thin slip-on hemp sneakers as she stumbled clumsily along the trail. Whenever she staggered she would be gripped by one of the men with such pressure it made her arm throb.
As she staggered along she glanced around looking for some way to escape. Sara was alarmed to realize that even if she could somehow get away from the men she would be running aimlessly into the jungle, either way she didn’t stand a chance.
The as they walked deeper and deeper into the forest, Sara noticed that it was surprisingly dark although it was still daytime. The canopy shaded the entire area, and the warm stick air was made it uncomfortable to breathe, especially with the tape over her mouth.
There was a buzz in the air from millions of bugs, and the intermittent screeches of birds in the background. The enormous tree trunks dominated the earth floor creating a maze, disorienting Sara even more.
Sara’s feet ached as she obediently walked for what seemed like an endless amount of time, she felt weak and exhausted when the men finally came to a stop. She wouldn’t quite call the spot a clearing, however, the large trees were further apart. The large man with the scar sat Sara down against a tree and taped her feet together so that she had no chance of escape.
While the men set up camp for the night they only spoke in Portuguese, Sara had no idea what they were saying leaving her helpless and confused against the tree. Sara kept trying to figure out how she knew the one familiar man, and couldn’t quite put her finger on it.
As the sun went down the group was surrounded by true darkness, the only light was the fire dancing through the night. The sounds of the night were much louder than during the day as more bugs flew about accompanied by animal cries and screeches from deep within the darkness.
As Sara leaned
Carrie screamed as Gabriel approached the girls, still pointing the gun at them. His face had no remorse, just dangerous determination as he grabbed Sara by the hair and raised her to her feet.
“Stop, what do you want?” Carrie cried out in a terrified high pitched voice.
“Just this bitch!” He growled pulling tightly on Sara’s hair, she gasped as Carrie began screaming louder, “No, please! No, please Gabriel, let her go!”
“Shut that hole in the face before I give you another one!” He growled as he pointed the gun at Carrie.
“No,” Sara’s voice broke, “I’ll go with you, just, please don’t hurt anyone else.”
Carrie slumped over Amanda, sobbing brokenly.
Still gripping her hair, Gabriel pulled Sara back to the edge of the river boat where the three armed men waited.
In the speed boat one of the men duct taped her hands together and put a strip of duct tape over her mouth. She looked from man to man, each of them was between 30 and 40 years of age, one had a burly beard, while the other had a scar down his jaw line, there was Gabriel, and there was one man who Sara realized she recognized. She couldn’t quite remember where from.
To Sara’s surprise they the boat didn’t turn around to go back to Manaus but headed deeper into the rainforest. The boat bumped and jarred as it sped up the river, the tears distorting Sara’s vision created a Picasso-esc view of the river and forest scape in blurred tones of tones of greens, browns end intermittent bright colors emphasized by the sudden influxes of light shining through the canopy.
After what must have been hours the boat pulled to shore and Sara was lifted out of the boat. Sara cried silent tears as was led on foot into the forest on what seemed to be some sort of game trail that was barely there. Branches scratched and bruised her legs and arms, thorns underneath her feet were so large that they threatened to plunge through her thin slip-on hemp sneakers as she stumbled clumsily along the trail. Whenever she staggered she would be gripped by one of the men with such pressure it made her arm throb.
As she staggered along she glanced around looking for some way to escape. Sara was alarmed to realize that even if she could somehow get away from the men she would be running aimlessly into the jungle, either way she didn’t stand a chance.
The as they walked deeper and deeper into the forest, Sara noticed that it was surprisingly dark although it was still daytime. The canopy shaded the entire area, and the warm stick air was made it uncomfortable to breathe, especially with the tape over her mouth.
There was a buzz in the air from millions of bugs, and the intermittent screeches of birds in the background. The enormous tree trunks dominated the earth floor creating a maze, disorienting Sara even more.
Sara’s feet ached as she obediently walked for what seemed like an endless amount of time, she felt weak and exhausted when the men finally came to a stop. She wouldn’t quite call the spot a clearing, however, the large trees were further apart. The large man with the scar sat Sara down against a tree and taped her feet together so that she had no chance of escape.
While the men set up camp for the night they only spoke in Portuguese, Sara had no idea what they were saying leaving her helpless and confused against the tree. Sara kept trying to figure out how she knew the one familiar man, and couldn’t quite put her finger on it.
As the sun went down the group was surrounded by true darkness, the only light was the fire dancing through the night. The sounds of the night were much louder than during the day as more bugs flew about accompanied by animal cries and screeches from deep within the darkness.
As Sara leaned
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