C54 You might as well kill me

IRA'S POV

We walked in the middle of the woods, tied like criminals while the masked men tugged us forward using the ropes.

"Walk fast," one of the men hissed, dragging at Billie's rope and almost making her fall.

"She's weak!" I said, holding her from falling while barely surviving on my own. "We have been walking for hours."

"Who gave you the permission to speak?" one of them growled