▪︎Torture▪︎
Terror.
Panic.
Fear.
Confusion.
Anger.
Fury.
Rage.
Disgust.
Shame.
That's exactly what I feel when I wake up at the backseat of my car, almost naked.
Prof. Smith grins at me, glancing at me through the rearview as he drives.
"Good morning, Sunshine!"
But it's dark outside. It's probably late at night. Past midnight. There are no cars or people walking outside, just the streetlights and bushy trees.
I'm shivering due to the cold of the night. I'm only wearing my bra and panties. Prof. Smith was disgusting enough to undress me while I was asleep. Now I'm almost naked, with my hands and legs tied with a tight rope.
"You drugged me!" I scowl at him.
"I'm about to do worse, sweetie. Just relax and wait."
That sends chills through me.
What's he planning to do? Why
