In my head I tell him that this is a shitty joke.

But he has that collar around my neck pulled tight enough that I can feel pressure from the spikes. Most of the guys have followed Emma. Watching the woman that was just trying tell them off crawl on her hands and knees through the mud was appealing.

There was at least one straggler and a couple of guys keeping an eye on us. The yelling, as well as the collars coming out, drew more guys from inside the house.

I don't talk back.

It's hard to get any words out, but I manage to mumble, "Walk." Al smiles. He'd be handsome if he weren't trying to kidnap me.

Hands at my neck, I walk around the corner. There's a cellar door open. Em is squirming and trying to bite one of the guys. They had to pick her up to get her inside.

I reach the entrance, but it's hard to see inside without my glasses. I get an overwhelming feeling though that if I go down there, I won't come back.