The girls on the back used this road every day, but never tied to the back of a truck. The blonde looked over at her fellow prisoner with the long straight brown hair. She was so afraid that she was covered with goose bumps, her teeth chattered when she spoke, “Are you okay? My name is Kate Evans. I remember you from high school. You were a few years behind me. It’s Sage, right?” The brunette looked over at Kate. Blood had run down the side of her mouth and chin, already beginning to dry a dark brown, a gift from the cowboy’s flying boot. “It’s Sage, Sage Castaneda.” she whimpered, “Where are they taking us?” Kate tried to look over her shoulder, but couldn’t see anything, “I’m not sure where we’re going, but we just passed the mall, and we’re heading out of town. Are you okay, your face is covered in blood?” Sage lifted her chin trying to wipe the blood away with her suspended arm, “I remember you too. You go to Plattsburgh State. I go there now too. I’m a freshman.”
