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My new captor sped across lawns and streets, never slowing or looking left or right. I twisted around as best I could considering his strong hand on my waist pinned me to his shoulder. He had us aimed at the high-riser buildings in the distance, the commercial district which would afford me fewer witnesses should he have his way with me.
Damn my horrible thoughts.
“Let me go!” I shouted as I beat his back with my fists. “Let me down right now or I’m going to scream!”
“Scream then,” came the curt reply. His voice was slightly gravelly and hoarse, as though he didn’t have much practice speaking. Dressed as he was, like a fashionable punk-rock funeral director, I wouldn’t have been surprised if nobody had talked to him in years.
“I will!” I snapped as I opened my mouth big and wid
