Chapter 1 Behind Bars

Sweating profusely throughout, a cold-sweat ripped through my body, rendering me nearly lifeless. I held onto the one life-line I had left; my twelve gauge, shotgun, knowing it was useless to the shiny black machine guns sitting in the rough men’s holsters. Whips, about twelve feet long, lay just as lifeless as I, in the men’s hands, getting ready to slice into my flesh, doing their duties. One man kicked my left shin, so that I fell further down onto the floor, shivering and pleading with the men. “Please! Please! I never meant to hurt Mr. Hagberg! His wife killed him!” I screamed, even though the last few words were a lie. The tears streamed down my face with a profound speed.