TERESA

They were tough, I had to admit. Worse still, they weren't moved by my constant questions.

"Can you at least have pity on me and tell me where you are taking me? I'm about to have a heart attack," I asked again and my eyes moved to the guard who walked up to us.

I wish one of them could open their mouth and speak.

Keller didn’t say much, only gave me that stiff soldier look and pointed ahead.

I glanced down at the dress they gave me once again. It was ...