-Caleb-
As usual, Masterson was pissed at me so I got to ride in the trunk with the spare digging into my side. There was a thin carpet between me and the tire, so at least I wouldn’t get a burn from the rubber rolling along my naked skin. But it certainly wasn’t comfortable.
I was panicking about Jacey. I hoped she was alive. I wondered whose hands she had fallen into or if she was still with that asshole of a pervert the sheik. Ibrahim was just as bad, if not worse. Making her work naked. What a load of crap.
The car bumped along cobblestone at some point. Not sure if it was necessary or just Masterson’s plan to have me all bruised up by the time we reached our destination. Most of the trip was highway, as far as I could feel.
Eventually, the car stopped, and the trunk opened. Harsh
