MENTALLY EXHAUSTED FROM everything that had happened to me that day, I fell asleep in the van. A couple of hours later, I woke to the sound of the door being opened. My back was stiff and sore from lying on the hard floor, but I moved away from the back door quickly, frightened of what they were planning to do with us.
“Wakey, wakey,” said Skull, smiling coldly in the moonlight. “Your limo ride has come to an end, I’m afraid.”
“f**k you,” mumbled Brandy.
“Let’s wait and get you cleaned up first,” he said, winking at her. “Then we’ll talk about it.”
“I’d rather die than let you touch me,” she said, glaring at him.
“That can also be arranged.” He pulled out a gun and pointed it at us. “Get out. Now.”
We obeyed, although Brandy moved very slowly, which irritated Skull.
“Come on, we don
