Assistant

A few more minutes would do no good. Scott knew this in the same part of his brain that had resigned itself to the idea he was never leaving this place. His lizard brain, however, was still in the process of sustaining a long, inner scream. This part of his mind was telling him that if he just had a little more time before this man did... whatever it was he was going to do. “Please, just...,” Scott tugged hard at the restraints fastened to his wrists. For a few moments, he thrashed and writhed and tugged; when this did not work, he sighed. “Can't you just... get me back on the highway?”