They sound drunk. My whole body aches from sleeping on the floor. I wish I could be up on the cot with Aubrey, not just because it is just slightly more comfortable, but because I want her to feel safe. Well, safer. The men bang on the door and it swings open. They walk to the center of the room and pull the string of the light, illuminating the room. I look at the light bulb and when I look away, I see a big white spot. “Get up!” The men yell. One trips over his own feet and stumbles, while the other one chuckles at his wavering stance. Aubrey told me earlier that the taller one is Carlos. He is standing above Aubrey with a domineering look in his eyes. “We have a show for you,” Carlos says, turning his head to me. “I think you will enjoy it.” His arm juts out and he grabs Aubrey by the throat. She wails and pleads as he moves closer to her and sticks his thumb into her mouth. She shakes her head violently to try and knock him off but he clenches tighter on her throat and she coughs and wheezes a little and stops fighting.
