TANISHA
Between Christof’s gate closing behind the car, and the city swallowing us whole, it occurred to me that I could be getting kidnapped for all I knew. Perhaps I was being shipped off to some faraway country to become a s*x slave, I wouldn’t put it past Christof. The car glided onto the road, it had to be the most luxurious car I’d ever ridden in.
Luxury, I learned, did nothing to calm paranoia. If anything, it sharpened it. Everything was too smooth, like this wasn’t my life, and it was just some sick fairytale. The leather seats felt warm, the low hum of the engine sounded more like a purr. Even the vanilla scent in the air felt curated. I sat perfectly still, hands folded in my lap, spine straight. I looked composed, even though I was anything but.
The driver hadn’t spoken beyo
