Nova
“Oh man!” the man crowed out as the driver sped quickly down main street. “I can’t believe I got you! You sure are a pretty thing, what kind of animal are you?”
I tried to open my mouth to talk, but whatever drug was going on in my system was making it difficult. My tongue felt thick and dry; making it hard for me to swallow. The man just laughed at me.
“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” he guffawed like an i***t. Could this guy really be the shooter? “Boy I’m going to take my time with you, pretty lady.”
“I…” I tried to say but my mouth wasn’t working right and my lips were numb. “I have a son. Please, let me go.”
“It’s all good,” he said. “I’ll get around to him eventually, see, I’m planning on eradicating shifters!”
“What?” I wheezed.
“I’m going
