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“Make this easier for us—”
The words didn’t even settle before the car surged forward, faster and harder.
This was it, no more running. They had me! Tears glistened in my eyes.
At that instance, I was not thinking straight. The only thing that mattered was saving myself from the man driving me.
For a moment, I regretted not listening to Morrison; his words reechoed in my ear. He warned me, but I never listened.
“Please…”
I murmured under my breath. I am not sure the driver heard it.
Instinctively, I pushed myself into the seat and tightened my fists around the door handle. Waiting for the next traffic where the car will slow a little, and I jump out.
But looking back, the two vehicles were still trailing. Meaning I could never get out of this alive, even if I made it out of
