Rebecca.
“What a piece of work. If I’d known I’d be stuck dealing with this, I would’ve volunteered for the patrol unit this year,” the man muttered, his voice rough and dripping with annoyance.
“Ouch!” I cried out as he yanked on the rope binding my hands and feet, his strength making no effort to mask itself. He braced his foot against a nearby tree, pulling with enough force to make me wonder if he was trying to dislocate my limbs.
“Shut up,” he growled, his tone cold and final.
My throat felt tight, but I couldn’t stop the words from tumbling out. “Who are you? What do you want from me?” I stammered, my voice trembling despite my attempt to sound brave.
He didn’t answer. Instead, he threw me to the ground like a sack of garbage. I hit the earth shoulder-first, the impact jolting
