The crisp night air is a shock to the senses after the dank atmosphere of that prison cell. The music from the ongoing party rings in my ears as we"re prodded through the hot and sticky night. A mosquito lands on my neck. I try to smash it, but end up missing entirely and hitting myself in the face with the new chains that have been put around my wrists. The farther we get from the house, the darker it becomes until the only light comes from a flashlight one of the soldiers is carrying. The music grows quiet and all that is left to hear is the sounds of the bugs in the night. I really hate bugs. After the first attempt, I don"t even try to swat anything that lands on me. I"m sure to wake tomorrow with red bites all over my body.
We reach the entrance to the camp and the soldiers shove us
