Not so kinky.
Warning ::
Kidnap scenario, this isn't nice.
It's short but I got the idea from Karla
The movie. I suggest it!
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Help. That's the only word that ran through my head as the hand slipped aside my cheek, putting a rag that smelled of chemicals to my nose and lips. I didn't want to inhale. Hold your breath, hold your breath. You can do it.
The hand gave up and instead my body met the hard car door, ribs crushing against the metal and aching as a blow came to my back. Help. It croaked in my mind once more, and the world became that car as I felt my body get shoved inside. How do you escape this situation? Why was no one helping me? I could hear the chatter and the screams, yet no one stopped the rough touch of black.
My lips shook as I breathed heavily, stomach twirling as I grew nauseous. I was going to die, and no one would care. No one would remember me, only my capture.
