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Jake tried to make out Anna, but she was hidden in the dusky light and the dense forest ahead. Jake hated not being able to see her. She was being led by Toad. Saw had nineteen men altogether but three of them were his deputies. They had given them nicknames. Ditaka was the oldest. He was short and broad shouldered, battle-scarred. His skin was sagged and wrinkled like old leather. He was always muttering under his breath, always bad tempered. He was the one Saw turned to for advice—he was the wise one. The five had named him Toad because he had a wide, downturned mouth and boggle eyes.

Anna looked behind her, as if she knew he was thinking of her, and she smiled. Her face was dirty, she was hot and tired, they were in a living hell, but she still smiled for him. Jake had realised in this last two weeks that he had always been in love with Anna. He had known her a long time but he had never realised what that feeling was in the pit of his stomach, every time he saw her. One morning, in the refugee camp, he watched her walk towards him, her laugh as clear as church bells—he realised that feeling was love.

Behind him he could hear Thomas wheezing as he struggled to keep up. He was the youngest: he had just had his eighteenth birthday. Silke, his sister, was the oldest at twenty. With his goatee beard and his big limbs, Thomas always looked like the baby amongst them. He was a sci-fi enthusiast, always on the PC playing games when he was at home; he was a DJ in his spare time. That’s what he wanted to be when he finished college. Jake didn’t really know what career he wanted yet. He would be going back to study history and economics at university. He thought he wanted to be a businessman of some description, the next Bill Gates. He wanted to make a lot of money and travel and he wanted to marry Anna. She was his first love and he hoped she’d be his last. That thought sent a pain that shot through his heart and caught in his stomach, making him catch his breath as he realised that it might be the only love he would ever know if they were to die in this jungle. If so, he hoped he could die in Anna’s arms.

Jake looked behind.

‘Come on, Thomas.’ Thomas was lagging behind again.

Weasel was making pig noises at him. Weasel’s real name was Jao. He was stupid, cruel and warped. He was tall and thin and laughed like a girl. His teeth were spikes. In the evenings, when they stopped and the drink came out, he was the one who tortured the porters and instigated the trouble. On drunken nights he wrapped himself in the women’s sarongs and danced for the others. The other deputy and the most worrying of them all was Kanda or Handsome. He was vain and cruel. He looked at himself in the mirror that he wore on his belt. He was the one Jake feared most after Saw. He was always after the girls. He loved to watch them squirm.

‘Ignore him, Thomas,’ Jake called back. ‘He’ll keep doing it unless you pretend it doesn’t hurt.’

Weasel often tormented Thomas as they trudged along. Now Weasel was alongside him, hitting him with a stick. The more Thomas cried out, the more Weasel did it. Jake had learned to pretend it didn’t hurt, not to flinch. Weasel enjoyed watching pain. If Jake ignored him he usually went away. But Thomas couldn’t do it. He had to cry out. Jake could hear it now. He turned to see Thomas stumbling as Weasel hit him every time he tried to get up.

‘I’m trying.’ Jake could hear that Thomas was close to tears, breathless from the effort. Now Jake heard the whir of Weasel’s bamboo cane coming down harder, faster, and more viciously. The men laughed as Thomas screamed out in pain.

‘Stop it,’ Jake shouted back. Thomas couldn’t hide his distress. He was crying and yelping with the pain and fear and Weasel’s demonic giggling grew more manic and shriller as he chased him with the stick and its movement became harder and quicker as it sang in the air.

Handsome came alongside and Jake said, ‘Make him stop.’

But Handsome only grinned at Jake as the noise of Weasel’s cane and the sound of Thomas’s crying suddenly stopped, only the grunting of the men continued. Jake turned to see if Thomas was all right. But he was gone and so was Weasel.