My response to this post
The car coasts down the rain-spattered street, the gaping maws of abandoned warehouses to either side. The streetlights are old here, the phosphorescent dirty yellow flicker, the kind that goes out just as youpass and makes you question the timing of it.
Tires spinning slowly, dipping into the potholes, crunching over the broken asphalt, slowing to a stop in front of corrugated steel. Footsteps, the dinging of an open car door, the pop of a trunk.
Her eyes gaze up at him in challenge and he stifles a laugh. Her thick hair tumbled haphazardly about her shoulders, her mouth screaming muffled curses behind the duct tape.
He huffs a laugh, reaches a hand out. Her bound ones slam down on his fingers and the laugh turns to a grunt, an exasperated sigh, then a grave voice rumbles from his throat, a voice steeped in its environs, low and raspy and dangerous.
“I need you to trust me.”






