Bolted in the F-150’s bed until Albany. This has become common and that’s not good. I can hardly breathe and my back is bleeding. I am trying to squirm free but the bolts just tear deeper. He removes them when we arrive, reinserts when we leave, and though the pain is less than at first it is still horrible and I am whimpering, I need to change this. My old friends have no idea where I’ve been the past nine years. My son has control and is tearing apart lives into pulps of dirty blood. He is churning profit and murder. I can barely speak out loud my tongue is so punctured and torn.