I hadn't really known about these girls and their situation until we were able to talk to each other.
I originally thought that the women who had been kidnapped were all young and beautiful, but I was wrong. Perhaps they were solely targeting women. As for what they wanted to do with us, we didn't know.
After chatting for a while, we rested in the cave. The sound of Dahlia reciting something came to our ears, but we couldn't make out what she was saying.
The forest was one that was unoccupied. Her chanting wasn't loud but in the desolate forest, it felt particularly eerie and terrifying.
Although Tina and Rainie were scared from hearing it, they curled up into themselves and didn't say anything.
However, Naomi couldn't hold herself back as she started glaring at Dahlia. "Girl, we all know that you're praying and all, but could you please tone it down a little? You'll attract the animals."
Dahlia was a little displeased at being disrupted. She replied irritably, "God will only bless us. He does not seek to hurt us at all."
Naomi was speechless. She clutched her forehead and rolled her eyes. Seeing that she was still chanting, she said, "Please go outside if you want to pray aloud."
Dahlia went quiet then, the hum of her mouth faded away.
Tina and Rainie glanced at each other in silence in the dark.
Fortunately, nothing happened that night. We were able to survive the night without any further conflict.
Then came the next day.
The chirping of birds in the forest was exceptionally crisp. When I woke up, I saw that Dahlia had left the cave.
As Naomi slept on her knees, she was startled awake as she heard a noise, and looked around in confusion.
Her delicate face was reddish after being pressed against a surface for such a long time, which made her look both beautiful and tender.
"You're awake." I said, getting ready to get up and leave.
She nodded and rubbed her face. She let out a long breath and said, "Did someone leave?"
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