The fucking duct tape muffles her shrieks, rendering them just another note within the white-noise hum of nighttime traffic.
She's hobbled by the tape around her wrists and ankles; every muscle strains and shakes as she bucks against her bonds. Her bent knees bump unforgiving metal — ow — and she hisses an unintelligible shit.
A frantic twist puts her on her side; she gets the soles of her sneakers flat on one wall of the trunk, just below the lip of its seam. She pushes off, kicking like a hellbent mule — again, again, and again, making what she hopes is a furious ruckus.
Drawing in the deepest breath she can manage through her bloodied nose, she shouts again.
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Claire might gag if she weren't screaming.
The fucking duct tape muffles her shrieks, rendering them just another note within the white-noise hum of nighttime traffic.
She's hobbled by the tape around her wrists and ankles; every muscle strains and shakes as she bucks against her bonds. Her bent knees bump unforgiving metal — ow — and she hisses an unintelligible shit.
A frantic twist puts her on her side; she gets the soles of her sneakers flat on one wall of the trunk, just below the lip of its seam. She pushes off, kicking like a hellbent mule — again, again, and again, making what she hopes is a furious ruckus.
Drawing in the deepest breath she can manage through her bloodied nose, she shouts again.
Goddamn tape. Shit, shit, shit.