Locked In“You absolute Motherfucker!”
I stared down at the water, running fast beneath my feet. The bridge was high and the water was dark, but I looked anyway. There was no sign of the little silver key. Horrified, I turned back to the asshole who was standing beside me and smirking wickedly.
“Tell me you have a spare.”
The look on his face was practically gleeful. “Nope.”
“This isn’t f*****g funny!” I hissed. “How am I supposed to get this thing off?”
His reaction was to start laughing.
“Cut it out!” I snapped. “Do I look like I’m amused? You must have a spare key. Come on, hand it over!”
I held out my hand, absolute murder in my eyes, but he just shrugged, eyes still alight with humour. Then he turned around and left me there.
Oh God.
I felt my stomach twist as the magnitude of
