"Hurry up!" the guard barked, his voice cutting through the air. Jared winced as the guard's whip lashed against his bare back, the pain sharp and searing.
"Stop. I need to piss." Jared gasped, desperation creeping into his voice.
The guard leaped from his chair, grinning as he retrieved a set of keys from his pocket and unlocked Jared's chains. "You're revolting. Go shower," the guard sneered.
Jared scurried to the grim building. As the water from the shower ran over his wounds, he stared at the rusted drain, wondering how many others had bled into it. His thoughts scattered like ash, and for a moment, he wished the water could just carry him away, too.
After a brief shower, Jared's attention was drawn to the black limousine gliding through the camp, a stark contrast to the surrounding desolation. Curiosity propelled him to follow it to the women's section, where he hid, knowing he was trespassing in a forbidden area.
Osa emerged from the vehicle, exuding confidence as he approached Kerra, who had become a mere shadow of her former self. "You girls are lucky. I'm here to find a second girlfriend."
Jared's stomach felt stung like a wasp had penetrated him with its stinger.
Osa said, "You're a beautiful woman. I want you as my wife."
Kerra shook her head defiantly. "I'm not for sale."
Jared nodded in agreement. Osa stunk of cigarette smoke.
In a swift, brutal motion, Osa slapped her, leaving a red mark on her cheek. "If I can't have you, then nobody can. You can be my wife."
"Over my dead body." Kerra sneered and stomped her foot.
Osa pointed at the guard. "Shoot her."
The guard pointed his gun at Kerra and shot her in the chest. She collapsed onto the grass. Blood stained her plain dress.
A woman said, "I'll go with you."
Osa eyed her up and down. "You'll do. You can come with me."
They departed together in the limousine. Jared sprinted to his cabin. He collapsed onto his burlap sack, weeping and moaning, his heart feeling as if it'd plummeted to the depths of despair.