Savannah sat tied to a chair with a gag in her mouth and a blindfold over her eyes. The last thing she remembered was stepping out of her house that morning for her routine jog. There was a slight pinching sensation in her neck and then she blacked out. She finally came to and realized she couldn't move or speak. She was scared as hell. She started to panic and tried to yell for help but came to conclusion it was no use. Nobody would hear her muffled screams. She hung her head waited for whatever awaited her.

Isabella silently watched the woman from across the room. Savannah had nearly knocked the chair over with all of her bodily thrusting. Bell waited until she was quiet and stopped thrashing around. It didn't matter to her one way or the other. Isabella would have left her tipped over.

"I'm glad to see you've calmed down." Isabella finally broke the silence.

Savannah's head jerked to attention. She was so relieved to hear another woman's voice. Maybe she was here to help her. Maybe they could work together to get out of here, wherever "here" was.

"It's not fun being drugged, is it?" She asked.

Savannah froze. This was not a friendly voice. She could hear the ice in the woman's tone. She was angry. This had to be about Delilah. Was this a trick to get back at her? Had Emma paid someone to kill her!? Emma was a lawyer. She probably knew tons of murderers.. or worse. Savannah's heart rate increased. Suddenly the blindfold was ripped away from her eyes. A woman that favored Delilah stood before her. She didn't look angry. If Savannah had to describe the look, she would say it was more of a unimpressed gaze.

Isabella sat on Savannah's lap, her legs straddling either side of Savannah's thighs. They were facing each other, way closer than before. Isabella could feel how hard Savannah was breathing. She liked it the way fear oozed from her eyes. She should be scared.

"It's really a shame." Isabella said quietly. She ran her long and sharp fingernail across Savannah's neck. "You're such a pretty girl, but that's tainted by your ugly soul."

Savannah started to cry. Who was this woman and what did she want with her?

"What are you crying for? We haven't even begun." Isabella stood up and disappeared from her view.

Savannah hadn't noticed at first, but the crunching under the scary woman's feet brought it to her attention. Her chair was placed over a plastic tarp. She'd seen enough movies to know what that meant. It wasn't good. She bit down against the gag and started to weep.

"Tell me this at least." Isabella said from behind Savannah. "Are you even sorry for what you did to Delilah?"

Savannah vigorously nodded her head. Sweat began to pour from her forehead and she could feel her mouth beginning to dry.

"Do you feel bad about it?" Isabella asked.

Again, Savannah nodded like her life depended on it. For all she knew, it did.

"Good, but you're about to feel a lot worse." Isabella squatted and grabbed Savannah's hand. She grabbed a pair of pliers and closed the head of the tool around Savannah's fingernail. She mercilessly yanked the nail from its place.

Savannah nearly choked on the scream that tried to escaped her body. Never in her life had she experienced such pain. The tears really began to fall.

"There, there." Isabella said condescendingly as she pulled out another nail. A knock at the door stopped Isabella as she plotted on the next nail she wanted to uproot. "What?" Isabella asked.

Juan walked in and looked at the trash that hurt his precious flower. "You and your theatrics." He said to his sister. He didn't understand why she had to go through the motions of torture. Him? He killed his enemies swiftly. That is, whenever he actually had to dirty his hands. He knew everyone had their own style, but Isabella always made such a mess. He hated it. Admittedly, Juan was a bit squeamish. He liked tidy killings.

"Care to join me?" Isabella offered.

Savannah couldn't believe her ears. These people were discussing her torment (and possible murder) like dinner plans. They were demented.

"No, I actually have to go pick up my suit for tonight. I just wanted to talk to you for a moment. I have a better idea for our guest. Come." Juan motioned to the door.

"Be back soon." Isabella said.

The woman placed the blindfold back over Savannah's eyes. She was left in total darkness again. All she had to focus on now was the constant and debilitating throbbing ache spreading through her fingers. If she wasn't sorry before, she was now. Though, it didn't seem like it mattered at this point. This had to be the end for her. This was it. She would die here at the hands of strangers. Perhaps she deserved it. Savannah tossed her head back and cried some more. The sad truth was, she wasn't sorry for what she did. She was sorry she did it to the wrong person.