Lost and Found

Chapter Three

Trubel's POV

If these people slipped up, I was going to kill them all.

I was waiting for them to make one mistake, any mistake, and then I would make them regret ever existing.

But they weren't making any mistakes which told me that they had done this kind of thing before. I didn't think it was possible to hate them more, but apparently, it was possible because every second that passed made me more pissed off.

Of course, most people who were tied up and locked in the trunk of a car would probably feel the same way.

I couldn't just lie here. I had to make some kind of move.

I wiggled around in the tight space until I was able to get my hands out from behind my back. Now that they were tied up in front of me, I could rip the tape off of my mouth and work on getting the tape off of my wrists. I chewed on it until I was finally able to rip it off.

My hands were free. Now my legs.

Those pussheads took my knife (okay, knives if I was being honest) and my machete, so I couldn't cut the tape off of my ankles. I felt around in the dark until I found the edge of the tape and pulled at it to peel the rest of it off of my legs.

Now what? I could tell we were still moving and I didn't think I could just jump out of the car... But, maybe I could. I had to get the trunk open first.

I brushed my hands along the edges and floor of the trunk, hoping to find some kind of tool and coming up empty. No jack, no crowbar, nothing; the trunk was completely empty.

Crap.

Okay, plan B. I started kicking at the tail light. If I was lucky, it would pop off, I could stick my hand through, and someone driving behind us could call the cops or something. Hopefully, they would understand that someone in the trunk of a pretty shady looking car would be suspicious.

I kept kicking at the light, but it wouldn't come off. They must have rigged it so it wouldn't come loose because I knew from experience that it wasn't normally this hard. Anyway, plan B didn't work.

Ugh. I hated plan C. Plan C meant I had to stay in this freaking car.

I found the scraps of tape that I had pulled off and put them back on. I ripped the long piece of tape that was around my legs in a bunch of pieces. I put those back on my legs, but I could still pull my legs apart with a very small amount of force. I put the tape that had been over my mouth back in its spot.

I saved my hands for last. They were the hardest. I did the same thing I did with the tape from around my legs - I made it look like it was before, but I could still pull my arms apart.

As a result, I was no longer restrained, but I looked like it. Plan C was the element of surprise.

I hoped it would work.

Or, if I was going out, that I could take a few of these jerks with me.

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Trubel's POV

The car stopped. I guess, we hadn't been driving for all that long, so we must still be somewhere in Portland.

I heard a few car doors open and slam shut. The two people in the car must have gotten out. I heard talking, but I couldn't make out most of it.

The only thing I caught was, "Get her out of the trunk."

I didn't want to be anywhere near these psychos, but I also didn't want to die in the trunk of their car, so...