His harsh words stung like a slap. She stood in shock as she turned to face his voice. She was not able to find a sign of the body issuing the torrent of vulgarity. She began to weep, tears streaming down the sides of her face. She moved her hands around to the hooks on the back of her bra and deftly unhooked it. Holding the two sides, she brought them around and her bra fell from her breasts, letting them drop with a soft bounce. She stood with her arms crossed across her chest and cried quietly.<br/><br/>She edged one foot toward the border of light. Standing there, she looked at the makeshift pile of garments at her feet and wondered if anyone would ever find her and if she would be dead or alive. She toyed with the idea of ending it with another attempt at breaking for freedom but had too strong a will to survive. Cool air and sheer terror prickled her skin with goosebumps. She felt her nipples rise from both the adrenaline and the falling temperature as the sun dissipated and the circle of light dimmed and shrank around her.