Inside a Bag - Short Story (Twisted Tuesdays)

"The birds’ exhibit is coming up," Sonam said as they walked through the museum. "Look at that vulture, ha!"
"I wonder if all these specimens are from inside the country?" asked Pema. She was not interested in birds.
"Smells like naphthalene" remarked Sonam. Pema knew that it wasn't naphthalene. She asked "I wonder how bears smell like?"
"Let's go check it out, then," yelled Sonam as he dragged her back to the mammals section.
"Are there wolves here too?" asked Pema.
"Yes." answered Sonam. He pointed at the corner.

Sonam walked Pema home.
"Bye"
"Bye. Goodnight."

When Pema woke up she couldn't see a thing. She was amused. Mother always told her that if she kept playing PUBG late at night, she would lose her eyesight.
It was unusually hot as she turned in her bed, trying to search for her phone. Her left arm must have been pinned down underneath her body while she slept, because she felt numb there. When she tried to quickly jolt upright, she realised that it wasn't the room lights that were off.

She was inside a bag.

Let’s clear things up – It wasn't exactly a "bag". It was more like a tarpaulin cover; the same material used for greenhouses. Did they come in black? She struggled to move her arms, but the tarp had only a small space for her to move, (And breathe, she thought). A minute ago she thought that it was her blanket.

Hot!
She was beginning to panic. Kidnapping!? She thought. Her family wasn't wealthy. Hell! - she personally didn't even ‘know’ any rich people enough to warrant a kidnapping! She couldn't see anything. She was losing her mind, but she told herself to calm down.

"Help!" she screamed, her voice a mere muffle. "Help me!" Every second the cramped up space was getting hotter, and she was beginning to sweat. She heard something like a couple of footsteps in the distance. She stopped screaming.
When the sound died down, she realised that those people were not going to help her. They were probably her kidnappers. When she got out she would - she would - ...
Hmm. What could she do!? 
Anyway she was going to make the guy regret kidnapping her. She knew it was a guy because no woman would do something like this.

Would they?
She heard no sound for a while. A slight breeze was in the...
Was she in a room?
... room. They must have left a window open. She screamed for some time, and tried to...
What about her legs?
...move her legs. When she squiggled her right leg, her left leg moved too. They must have been...
Wait!
"Taped together?", she thought. She couldn't feel any ropes in the darkness, but the skin on her legs didn't feel like there was any stickiness of duct tape.

'Oh! Reverse duct tape.' she thought. The kidnappers must have taped her feet using cello tape but with the sticky side facing outward. Her feet were of no use, but she could move her right hand a little bit. She tried to tear through the tarp. The floor she was on was sandy (with twigs?), a bit of rubble there too. It was no use with her hand.

She screamed again as sweat formed on her...
Face! Yes! She could scream, so, her mouth was open. She struggled a little and grasped the cover in her teeth and started biting. She struggled for...

10 minutes? 15? An hour?
She couldn't tell. Her kidnappers didn't leave a glow-in-the-dark digital watch in there with her. A slight breeze was there, cooling things down but now, she was having an urge to pee.

Damn! She thought as tear drops came on her face, mixing with her sweat and saliva.
No! She mustn't cry now. "STAY calm", she softly spoke as more tears poured from her eyes. When she got out, she would take a fix of shower for six hours.

More tears formed on her face. More tears formed on ... the tarp?!
Yes! Her biting and struggling had made an opening on the thick polythene covering her. She moved her face to the small opening in the tarp. CRACK! Her finger – ah – was broken – argh! Now she was sobbing uncontrollably. Tears gushed down her cheeks in the darkness as she realized that her left arm which was pinned underneath her body had caused her little finger to break. She must have blacked out then.

When she woke up again, she heard footsteps. The same footsteps that she had heard earlier had returned. Now there were more of them. The small opening she made by biting had provided her with air until now.
“Wait! Were the people outside opening the bag?” she thought. She was getting rescued. She was getting rescued!
“Help me!” she gave a final scream… and her heart sank, as she realized the bad, bad news.

It was not all bad news. ‘Hey, Sonam!’ she thought ‘Hey, Sonam. At least, now, I know what a wolf smel –