I am not sure how long I was out. I am laying in the back seat of a car with my wrist taped up and a strip of tape over my month. I look around the car and I see the back of the head of the driver. He is ranting and raving. Yelling that of course I think I am too good for him, they all did. Well, he will show me. He is the master and I am his slave. I will learn to be a good girl and give him what he wants. He deserves someone like me.
I see the slight movement of his head before he looks back at me so I close my eyes and pretend I am out. I need to figure out how to get out of this and as long as I pretend to be asleep, I can figure out what to do. How in the hell did he drug me? Then I remember the beer. But how? I saw the frat guy get it from the truck, but he did yell free beer. He m
