Gemini Chapter Eleven

I don't know if I should go on with Gemini. I'm getting bored with it, and a new story is forming in my head. Maybe you guys could make up the ending and post it. This might be the last chapter.

All night, I lie still, waiting for the thing to come back to rip us both apart. Zay huddles close, wrapping his arms around me. I tuck my head between my knees, listening to the grumbling of my stomach. Far off, a coyote howls and another responds back.
I shiver in the cold of the night, the silence of the night haunting me. It doesn't seem right. Zay's breathing soon turns into drawn out breaths and soon my eyelids feel heavy. I try to keep one eye open, watching for any danger, but I soon fall asleep too.
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Instead of waking up under the ledge, a thatched roof shelters me when I awake. My eyes widen and I struggle to get up, but I'm held down by some strong bonds. I try to move my head, but I can't turn it without my neck straining painfully.
I'm tied down to a wooden board, with only my hands free to stretch. I try to wiggle my legs, but they stay asleep.
"Zay?" I whisper. "Hello?"
"Vertu rólegur, fífl! Þú ert nú þræll konungs, svo þú hefur engan rétt til að tala. Nú er enn eða vera dadour!" a woman says, leaning over and shoving her face right up to mine. Her face wrinkles up as she talks and her skin is light brown. A perfect black braid falls down her back, held at the end by a piece of long grass. I don't understand one word she said. I start to speak, but she interrupts. "Ég sagði að vera rólegur!!" I get the point. Stay still and shut up.
I don't move a muscle for hours, thinking up scenarios of what will happen to me. Finally, the same woman leans over me and offers me a large spoon with some sort of unidentifiable gruel slopping around on it.
"Borða! Borða það! það er gott fyrir magann og sál." She forces the soup into my mouth, and surprisingly, it tastes delicious. I swallow hard, and ask for more. She lifts her eyebrows and I try to point at the bowl. Seeing my hands moving, she shouts and hurries out. Overreacting much?
She comes back in the hut with a man. He leans over me, the same as the woman. His eyes are underlined with blue paint and tattoos cover his light brown forehead and neck. A black ponytail flops down the back of his neck, curling alongside his intricate tattoos.
"Hvaðan kemur þú?" he asks. I'm afraid if I don't respond, I'll die.
"Uhhhh....."
"Hver ert þú?" he questions again. I open my mouth to mumble some inaudible words, but he holds up his hand and turns to the woman. He speaks to her harshly and she hurriedly runs out, taking the bowl with her. My eyes widen, wondering where she's going. Where I'm going...
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I'm seized by the man and another younger man. My hands are tied behind my back my ropes and the board is thrown into the crackling fire placed in the middle of the hut. I try to keep up with their long strides, but it's hard with my damaged leg. And that's when I see the fire. And Zay. Being hauled toward it...

Do you like the ending? Sorry for the suspense. Make a happy ending or whatever ending you want and tag me in it if you feel like it :)