98 - Becca

It was obvious that I would not get any credibility carrying that thing, and even without showing my faces, I could notice that the men smiled. I was still weak. I was only feeding myself a few days ago, compared to the months almost going into starvation.

I would never win a fight against them, armed or not. Maybe before, I wouldn't win either. The second man was shorter, but the body was also wide, and he could have been one of those in the dark months who beat me without the slightest remorse. They wouldn't contain themselves now, especially when the goal was to get me out of there as soon as possible.

"You can't kill me," I said in a trembling voice, trying to get on the bed to have a space between us. I managed to do it, but I stumbled, and it almost didn't fall. I also didn't have as much stability as I thought. Running would be hard. "You had a lot of chances to do that and you didn't. Besides, now that everything seems to be ending, I can guarantee that I won't say anything to