Treason and Triumph，The Girl Who Walked Into West Point

"Still acting tough, huh? Once we get to the camp, they have plenty of ways to break you."

Jerry wiped my bloody spit off the steering wheel.

I kept biting my tongue, using the excruciating pain to fight off the heavy sedation.

"It's a six-hour drive to the border. Behave yourself."

He grabbed a handful of paper towels and threw them in my face. "Clean yourself up. You need to look decent when I hand you over. Don't ruin the price Vanessa set for you."

The ropes were tied so tightly that my fingers had lost all sensation. I couldn't even lift my hand to grab the towels.