I wake; my head pounding.
It’s dark, except for a small white light in the corner.
I am wedged firmly in place, my wrists bound by tape. The scent of diesel fills my nostrils and, as my mind clears, I grasp that I am moving. Panic builds inside me with the realisation that I am in the boot of a car.
The white light turns to red. I hear the squeal of breaks on gravel.
Footsteps outside, the lock clicks, cold night air rushes in.
His low voice taunts me, “Didn’t your momma ever tell you, never talk to strangers?”
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