For hours Angela hung there.

Every so often she would slip back into consciousness. The dank, humid air caressed her skin, making her clothes cling uncomfortably to her. She struggled to open her eyes through the dried blood and sweat. A wave of nausea made her stomach lurch as her head fell to the side. It throbbed painfully, even the sound of the blood rushing through her ears almost too much to take. The stench of the animals in the stalls surrounding her made her retch and dry heave.

At some point, a loud noise jarred her from her daze.

Shifting, Angie let out a cry. A shock of blood rushed up her arms. It was then she realized her feet could barely touch the ground. With her arms baring all her weight, the strain was slowly pulling them from their sockets.

Panicked, but still not totally aware, the blone rocked her hips in an attempt to get loose. The ropes dug into her wrist, splintering in her soft flesh with every movement. A frustrated cry ripped from her throat as she tried to drop to her knees; to free herself from the stupid, fucking rope. But it held strong. Each futile attempt mocking her with another rub of her worn wrists.

Her head fell back against the barn's wall. She glared at the spike holding her up. A wave of hopelessness brought tears to her eyes. How could she have been so fucking stupid? Why had she let her gaurd down? Of course he was crazy! His whole family was totally fucked! Why had she though Caleb would be any-

Another crash could be heard coming from outside, but the young blonde couldn't tell what was causing it. Terrified and enraged, the girl banged her head against the wall again.

A haze blurred her vision. Angie did it again.

And again.

And again, until she passed out.

A/N: just the intro.