Sarah came back carrying plastic bags.
Water bottles. Packaged snacks. Wrapped sandwiches from some convenience store.
She set them down on the metal crate and then came over to me.
Her hands were rough as she grabbed my shoulders and hauled me into a sitting position against the wall.
I gasped at the movement, my body still aching from the taser, muscles protesting.
Then she pulled out the taser again.
Held it where I could see it.
Where I couldn't possibly miss it.
"If you try anything," she said, her voice flat and dangerous, "I'll use this again. Understand?"
I nodded quickly, tears already streaming down my face.
I understood.
God, I understood.
"Good."
She set the taser down beside her, close enough to grab if needed, and reached for one of the sandwiches.
Unwrapped it slowly.
Turkey and cheese on white bread. Simple. Basic.
She held it up to my mouth.
"Eat."
I shook my head.
I couldn't.
