When people woke up and found us still out there in this standoff, Burly lost it. She had to show them she could break me. Everyone crouched by the opening of their tent, watching with huge, scared eyes as she slapped and strangled me, yelling with her hot breath on my face. “If you fucking run—say one word about running—try to be a bad influence on other kids—I will make your life hell, understand? You are never gonna leave here. I will bury you here, and no one will give a shit. Your parents hate you. Get it through your stupid little bimbo head! You belong to me.”
