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inferno.
                  They surround Diablo and appear to be badger him .              
                       Diablo ignores them and stares at me.
                  I quickly look away. 
                  Jack runs up to Diablo’s man and has a word with him. Maybe he’s pacifying the man - telling the man that I’m thinking about Diablo’s indecent and fucked up proposal.
                  I look at the villagers , I see their expectant, pleading eyes and I feel overwhelmed with pressure.  
                  Jack hurries back to me, his eyes bright and hopeful. ‘ Payton? What do …?’
                  ‘You’ve got to be kidding! You taking this shit seriously ? Jack?’ 
                  ‘Please Payton,’ he whispers, ‘I beg you, please.’
                      ‘You … how can expect me to say “Y es ” Jack? He shot me three times. He’s a killer. He eats people like me . You saw his psycho mother? I wanna get the fuck out of here, back to LA and just get back to my normal, dull life. Please. ’
                     Jack shifts about and drops his voice . ‘Payton, he likes you, he wants you . G o with him and see all those people there, looking at you with pleading eyes? They get to live if you say “Yes”.’
                  ‘ Christ Jack!’ I cov er my ears with my hands ‘Don’t! ’
                  ‘Hey, you slapped him. It changed things . ’
                      ‘ I slapped him, yeah. He had a fucking gun to my face. Now I’m to blame, huh Jack?’ I know the answer to my question already, but I want him to say “No”.
                  He does not. I look at my father for, well, support I guess. H is face is flushed, his forehead has beads of sweat and he looks like he’s going to have a heart attack. I quickly turn away.
                    Austin walks up to me. ‘Payton, you don’t have to do this,’ he says, his voice gentle and full of concern.
                  My darling Austin, attempting to rescue me while risking the wrath of the villagers by uttering those magical words .
                       ‘Thanks Austin ,’ I croak, resisting the urge to rest my weary head on his loving shoulders.
                         ‘Off course she has to!’ Paris snaps. ‘She caused it, now we’re all gonna toast. She didn’t have to slap the devil, but nooo, Payton’s gotta be the tough chick.’
                      Austin quickly shrinks back.
                  ‘Fuck you, Paris!’ I hiss.
                  Paris turns to my father . ‘See? For years I’ve been saying she’s bipolar, needs anger management. Now look what she’s done.’
                      ‘What do I tell him, Payton?’ Jack presses.
                  ‘ Jack, I don’t get it - he can very well take me now, so why’s he asking for me to go with him? Huh?’
                  ‘C os he wants you to go with him willingly I ’s pose.’
                  ‘Willingly , my ass . ’ 
                       ‘Payton Please!’ Jack cries . ‘Don’t say that. He’ll kill us.’
                      Carvil steps forward and starts begging me in Spanish.
                       ‘I don’t understand what you’re saying,’ I say and cover my ears with my hands. ‘But whatever you’re saying - the answer is “N o ” , okay? I’ve had my share of hell already. I had to live with Juan and …’ 
                       Diablo drags a chair , lowers his bulk into it and lights up another cigarette .
                  The burden to save the village rests heavily on my stick - insect shoulders. I could really do with