"Danny ain't going nowhere. He's hurting."

"Well, you get it then."

Erica's vision was a little blurry. She could taste blood. Someone gave her a rough kick in the side.

"Goddamn bitch!" Tim growled. "Goddamn silly bitch!"

Erica felt herself being lifted up. Someone draped a shawl over her shoulders. She was thinking that it was nice of them to bring her a shawl, but then she remembered that it wasn't cold outside. She was pushed along outside and forced into a car.

She realized then that it wasn't a shawl but a blanket. She was forced into the floorboard and she was covered with a blanket.

"Don't say a word, bitch!" Tim warned. "Don't say a word or I'll kill you!"

She must have passed out because she didn't remember anything about the car ride. The next thing she remembered was waking up and being pushed from the car.

They were in a wooded glen. There was a stream nearby. She could barely hear the babbling, bubbling brook.

"Where are we?" she asked.

"It doesn't matter, bitch!" Tim shoved her forward. "You'll like it."

Her vision began to clear. All four boys were standing around her. Tim had walked down to the stream to clean his hand. When he came back, he had a bandage wrapped around it.

"I hope you don't give me blood poison or something," Tim said.

"You?" Danny remarked. "What about me? She may have ruptured me for life."

Erica had put her mark on all the boys. Either scratches or teeth marks.

"Bitch!" Tim roared. He slapped her across the face. "Now you're all alone out here. You can scream if you want to. You can holler and yell, but nobody is going to hear you. If you give me any more trouble, I'm going to beat you black and blue. Do you understand?"

"Yes," Erica mumbled.

"Then you're going to be no more trouble?"