he yells as they take turns punching me in the sides. My arms are tied above my head, and I can just rest my weight on my toes if I try. It’s been at least three days, maybe more. I’m dehydrated, weak, and beaten. I’ll never let them see me break, though. “Now, we know you’ve seen the file. We know she shared it with you, so what was in it.” “Who do I have to blow to get a cheeseburger?” I reply. I saw a page of the file—one page—but I’ll never tell them anything. They’ll have to kill me. I would never betray Charlie. I love her, and if she’s willing to die for this, so am I. He steps forward and hits me himself. “Fuck!” I scream while I start to cough. My lungs ache from that one. Shit. “This can all stop, you know. We’ll let you go, tell you who is causing all the problems with your friends, and this will become a distant memory.” “What about a milkshake?” I smile through the bloody lip, even though it hurts like a bitch. “French fries?” Breaking my body, fine.
