CATHERINE
"Raise and shine."
I startle awake at the noise, turning in the direction of the voice as if I could actually see him.
What is the point of putting a bag over my face if you are going to lock me in a truck? It's not like I could see anything.
Or say anything.
This gag was starting to fray into my mouth.
They didn't even have the decency to feed me. However, in retrospect, there is no point in wasting food on someone who is going to die.
"Come on," the voice says as he drags me off the truck. I crumble to the ground, having no strength to stand.
I am hungry and thirsty.
Starvation is a cruel way to die.
"Get up," the voice snarls.
It is not the same voice.
That is strange.
The man apparently gives up and grabs me and throws me over his shoulder. He gives a few orders
