"Where is the other one?" Carver demanded, as he held up Luke's radio. I tried to not flinch as the weight of the radio in my pocket suddenly felt like a ton of bricks. "I'm gunna give you to the count of three!" Carver shouted, looking at all the adults around me. "One.." "I have it." I said quickly, pulling the radio out of my pocket and into the air. Carver smirked. "Two." I walked over to him, and dropped the radio into his outstretched hand. "Three." He said, just before the radio hit his hand. We stared at each other for a long time, scilently daring each other to be the first to look away. After what seemed like a year, Carver addressed us all again. "This little girl, has more balls than the rest of you combined!" He looked at me again. "They forced you to go and get them, didn't they? They forced you to give this to that piece of shit, didn't they?" I chose to remain silent. Carver laughed. "It's just like I told you, sheep, all of them!" I glared at him, not at all happy about where this was going.
"You leave her the fuck alone!" Kenny shouted from behind me, anger as clear as a punch to the face. I looked behind me to see that Kenny was trying to get closer, only to get smacked by the butt of Troy's gun, and fall to the ground. "Now, Kennith, I know hurting you into obedience won't do either of us any good." Carver started, before grabbing my arm, and pulling me closer to him. "I tried to struggle out of his grip, but it was no use - I was not strong enough to get free. "But I sure can hurt others." "You sick sonvabitch!" Kenny yelled out, as he tried to get up, only to be kicked back down by Troy. "Hard way it is then." Carver said, eeriely calm. I had no time to react when something hard was bashed into my face, right below my eye. I let out a cry of pain.
There was another blow, I could tell everyone who was a prisoner was trying to help me out - by either trying to get Kenny to stop yelling at Carver, or by actually trying to stop Carver. Another blow, and now I could tell that I was being hit with the radio. I couldn't tell anymore when I was being hit. Something warm was both splattering across my face and trickling down from my left eye. There were so many more hits to my face, an I was surprised that I was still awake.
Suddenly, the blows stopped. People were talking, some pretty loudly, but the ringing in my ears was so much louder. I had no idea what was being said, or who was talking, but I was dropped to the ground pretty soon afterwards.
After a while, the ringing in my ears died out any other form of noise, and my blurry vision went to black.