No, I’m not going to tell you about the horrors inside that abandoned shack. I never want to repeat what those men made me do. I will tell you that, in a situation like that, the degradation is nothing in comparison to the fear of dying. All you can think about is survival and you are willing to do anything to keep that finger from pulling the trigger.
So, I did.
When they were done, the driver asked, “Should we let you go or not? Are you going to keep your freak mouth shut?”
I spoke quickly. “I won’t tell, I promise.”
“I don’t know. What do you got to give me?” Those cold eyes looked me up and down.
With a shaking hand, I rubbed one arm. Tried to think. I’d spent all my money. Didn’t even have a cheap watch to give him. There was nothing.
Knowing I was about to die, my fingers soug
