A strong smell penetrates my senses, burning my nostrils. Opening my eyes, I fight against the wave of pain it brings and look over to see Wyatt dousing the walls with gasoline. So he was telling Jaxson the truth, he’s going to burn me alive. I have begged, pleaded, and fought with everything I have left in me, but it has only ended with cruel taunts, inappropriate fondling, and severe beatings. I’ve come to accept that I’m not getting out of here, at least not alive. My broken body is already close to death, I can feel it.
