My whole body is screaming in pain and I
can't move. I open my eyes or more precisely my eye and wince. I bite down on
my lip to silence my cry and cry out louder remembering my lip is split. I can
feel I’ve drawn blood again. I'm lying in eternal darkness and although I can't
move to stretch or sit up, I’m being rolled back and forth, the car I’m
travelling in isn't taking corners very forgivingly but why would it?
The driver doesn't care about my well-being, doesn't care that my face feels like a cheese grater has been run up and down it repeatedly, doesn't care that I’m petrified, injured and locked in the boot.
I'm shivering but I’m not cold and I know my actions had led to this, I was so, so stupid. The driver is unpredictable at best and fucking insane at worst. I don't know where I’m being taken all I know is that I don't want to reach the destination. I’d prefer to take my chances in here than face what's waiting for me out there.
My tears start falling like the heavens have opened making me whimper as they trail down my bruised cheek and meet my open lip. I know I have to stay calm, my fear excites him, turns him on and renders me powerless.
I left him and that's unacceptable, he'll never forgive me and this is his way of teaching me a lesson, his way of showing me he loves me and that we should be together. I know this but he's never gone this far before, he may not be unknown but his intentions are.
I knew I’d be here one day if I didn't escape but he found me, he's been watching me and now he has me.