


My “captor” handcuffs me behind my back before throwing a hood over my head and leading me outside. He sits me down on the bumper of a car and duct tapes my legs together from the ankles to the knees. After that, I’m pushed back into the trunk and it closes on top of me. I immediately shake the hood off my head and feel the car lurch forward at break-neck speed as I go to work on the handcuffs with the bobby pin I’ve stashed in my waistband. The car swerves and jerks from side to side doing its best to make my escape impossible. Continue reading Tested


