[Nicole]
I sat in the middle of two men, shaking vigorously in fear. I had just witnessed the murder of about five men even though I didn't exactly see it because of the blindfold. My eyes were still blindfolded while the car moved at a breakneck speed. Now where are we headed?
Clark had been in the car with the others, and must have been shot dead as well. I didn't know whether or not to feel relieved about this realization. Although he was a self centered, cheating bastard, he sure did not deserve to be gruesomely murdered the way he was. Or maybe he did but I couldn't help feeling sorry for him.
My face burned from the numerous slaps I had received for reasons that varied from pleading to be set free to screaming at the top of my voice, and now I was tired of sitting in the dark, and listening to these men speak in high volumes.
