THIRD PERSON POV
The white van roared down the dark streets of Lexington, its engine echoing off the abandoned warehouses and crumbling buildings of the industrial district. The driver, a man in his early thirties with sharp features and an unnerving calmness, allowed himself a smirk as he glanced in the rearview mirror. The city lights blurred past, and his fingers tapped rhythmically on the steering wheel. This was going even better than he had anticipated.
Maria lay unconscious in the back, crumpled like a broken doll, her chest rising and falling steadily with each breath, her delicate frame barely taking up any space on the grimy mattress he’d laid down for this very purpose. Everything had gone perfectly. Faster than expected, even. She hadn’t even stirred when he’d tossed her in
