Strong arms come closer. I can’t see much but light and shadows through the blackened hood.
Hands lift the hood slightly around my neck. Are they removing it?
Instead, I feel the cold leather of a collar, and the buckle is yanked tight—metal prongs inside dig into my neck.
I wince and groan from the discomfort.
“Shut up!” a thick voice bellows out at me.
A jolt of electricity zaps me.
I’m trembling. Shaking. Convulsing.
I’m not sure if I was tasered or electrocuted through the collar. Is there even a difference?
The current stops, but my body still burns and aches. My neck is sore. My throat hurts inside my mouth.
I don’t fight back.
I hang my head. I’m a coward and give in to the men. Whatever they want, I will give to them.
Anything to never feel that pulsating burn through my body.