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    You Can Run But You Can’t Hide

    Story written on February 7, 2015 by SkunkPU80.
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    It was dark and all she could hear was the roaring of the car engine as it speed down the highway. Inside the space was cramped and she feared once she began to hyper-ventilate she would eventually succumb to her worse fear. She had no idea why this was happening to her and she feared

    It was dark and all she could hear was the roaring of the car engine as it speed down the highway. Inside the space was cramped and she feared once she began to hyper-ventilate she would eventually succumb to her worse fear. She had no idea why this was happening to her and she feared the worse. Inside it was dark and the foul odor smell continuously attacked her nostrils. Her mind was racing a mile a minute while her eyes struggled to adjust to the darkness around her. Tears continued to streamline down her cheeks while her body shook relentlessly. With the exception of the sound of tires racing against the pavement the silence was deafening.  Just 15 minutes ago she was laying peacefully in her bed in the comforts of her own home. Now, here she lay dressed only in her pajama bottoms, a white beater, and barefoot ducked taped and bound in the back of a trunk.

    Lying face down in her bed she felt pressure at the base of her neck. Before she could scream and gather her bearings she was rolled over where she was blind folded and duct tape was placed over her mouth. While the blindfold was placed over her eyes she felt another set of hands grab both her ankles forcing her legs together bounding them. It was then she realized there were two perpetrators working together to apprehend her. Her movements were restricted, however out of fear she did her best to fight off her attackers. Once she was blindfolded and bound she lay motionless in her bed. Not able to see what was happening her breathing patterns gradually quickened. She was all too familiar with the horror stories she constantly saw on the news about women being attacked or better yet killed in their homes by some sick, twisted, and demented soul. She silently hoped and prayed she wouldn’t become another statistic.

    She couldn’t keep her body from shaking and the longer she laid there she wondered what was in store for her next. Since invading her room the two strangers had not said a word. She knew they were still in the room their presence was felt. Every worse possible scenario played through her head and then suddenly confusion began to set in. They hadn’t physically attacked her and since bounding her they made no further moves to harm her. It seems like she had been lying there for hours when she hears the sound of a cell phone ringing. After the second ring the ringing noise stops abruptly. In one sudden move she feels two hands underneath her body and is swung over the shoulder of one of the strangers. The strength of the stranger and the feel of the wideness of their back she realized it was a male carrying her. The warm environment in her home was now replaced with the feel of the nightly crispy cold weather. The giant carrying her removes her from his shoulders standing her upright barefoot on the cold pavement. She hears the tussling of keys and then the popping noise of the trunk. She is placed in the trunk and then it is shut. Even inside the trunk the two strangers remained silent. Inside she could hear the starting of the engine and the moving of the vehicle. She assumed they were making many sharp turns as her body jerked and shifted about. The vehicle would speed up and then slow down. It felt like she had been in the trunk for hours and then suddenly the car stops.

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    1. Very interesting take on Shane’s conquests. How meaningless the constant one night stands were and the impact they had on Shane’s psyche. Well written and shows analysis of Shane’s mindset.

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