Haunted Wood big ones, small ones

His grip goes beyond the pressure. She can feel his nail digs into her skin and the tremor his words cause force a strangled whimper from her throat. She cannot get a full breath in to make enough sound but it would do little. He continues on, this time not talking to her. As everything settles in around her, she realizes the woman had known from the start that had been following her. Had it been a trap this whole time? Siobhan closes her eyes, unable to find any more effort to struggle in her bonds, as they speak of her as if she isn’t there.