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Aida

I wouldn’t have gotten in the fucking trunk if I kne far Oliver was going to drive I feel like I’ve been in here forever Also, I drank a lot of water with lunch, and I really have to pee Also, I’ht have done with h to put it in here with me, unfortunately I’m anxious that he just chucked it out of theor soe is already ain

For a long tiress in the sa slowly and erratically down roads that are obviously narrower and less well-h that I do hit my head on the top of the trunk

I’ve been hunting around in the dark, looking for anything useful If there was a tire iron back here, I’d use it to brain Oliver the second he opened the trunk

At last the car slon I think we’ve arrived at wherever the hell ere going I haven’t found any weapons, but that’s not going to hold me back I wait, crouched and ready, for Oliver to pop the trunk

The tires crunch over gravel and roll to a stop I hear the car door opening, and I feel the suspension lift as Oliver removes his considerable bulk fro around to the back of the car

The trunk pops open

Even though the sun is going down, the light is still brilliant compared to the darkness of the trunk My eyes are dazzled Still, I kick out with both feet, as hard as I can, right toward Oliver’s crotch

He juh Those goddamned athlete reflexes

“So predictable, Aida,” he sighs “Always fighting”

He grabs my foot and yanks me halfway out of the trunk He pauses when he notices the lack of a sneaker on one foot

“What happened to your shoe?” he says

“How should I know?” I say “I was busy being kidnapped and stuffed in a trunk You better not have lost my purse, too”

“I didn’t,” Oliver says