Threaten her

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“What’s your name?” You ask.

She looks at you, surprised. “That is the first question you ask?” She asks, her Spanish accent throwing you off yet again.

“When I escape, I want to know the name of the first person I kill,” you growl.

She lets out a little laugh.

“I’m dead serious,” you say, staring at her intently.

“Isabella,” she says, leaning back and sitting on the floor opposite you.

“Why didn’t you kill me?” You ask.

She looks away, sitting in silence and blatantly ignoring your question.

“Fine, how long have you been here for?” You ask again.

“Long enough,” she responds.

You’re starting to get impatient with her, all these incredibly vague answers are frustrating you.

“How old are you?” You ask.

“Nineteen,” she bluntly answers.

“Where are you from?” You ask again, curious about that oddly familiar accent.

“If you’re talking about my accent, my mother was from México,” she replies.

“Where did you get that knife from?” You ask, hoping to throw her off with a more specific question.

“The same place your friend got hers,” she quickly replies.

Her answer takes you by shock. She knows about the rest of your group, and she also knew exactly how Amber dug up the knife from under her. Has she been watching you this whole time?

“How the fuck do you know that?” You shout, enraged.

“Simple, because her spot was the only spot without an object buried underneath,” she states, her face holding back a smirk.

Does that mean what you think it means?

“Wait-” You begin.

“I found and hid all of those things, and when I went back to get them, they were gone.” She interrupts, angrily.

She is the cause of this whole mess. Your instinct is to be angry with her and you almost start shouting, but a sense of urgency causes you to think more logically about it. If she is the one who took the stuff, then she’s also the solution to fixing this mess.

“Why are they so important?” You ask, “you seem to be taking care of yourself just fine.”

“Because they belong to me.” She says, looking down at the floor.

“How exactly are they yours?” You ask, confused. You start to wonder what else she knows if she’s been watching you all along.

“That’s enough,” she says, taking one of the vines from the floor.

Realising what she’s about to do, you start struggling, bringing your hands to your face so you can bite the vines on your wrist. You’re really focused on hastily removing these bindings so when Isabella strikes your jaw you’re stunned by it.

“Don’t even think about it,” she says, pressing her knife against your throat.

Your head is pinned against the cold wall of the cave, Isabella looking you straight in the eyes. She starts pulling her hand away from you when you decide to spit in her face.

“Bitch,” you mutter.

With one hand she wipes your saliva off her cheek and gives you a cynical smile. Abruptly, she reaches down and squeezes you leg, right where the wound is until it draws blood again. She keeps squeezing tighter and tighter, until the pain becomes excruciating.

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