PEARL
“You are taking m-me to Minnie"s?” I couldn"t trust my mind any longer. Lack of food and water, the battering of my head, my thoughts whirled. “Is that what you said?”
“It is,” Mabel deadpanned as she cleaned my vomit from my skirt, her own damp but clean.
“But-but whatever are you g-going to do when we get there?”
She laughed, a vile sound. I winced, at the pain it caused, at the insanity it promised.
“I am not going to do anything.” Finished with her cleaning, Mabel stood and stepped back. With hands on hips, she gloated. “You are going to do it. You are going to take this g*n—”
“Don"t, please!” I screamed at the sight of the black, oily metal weapon she pulled from her skirt pocket.
Mabel kicked me again, just hard enough to get me to take my still tied hands away from my f
