You walk. Heels clicking on the pavement. The ramp is mostly empty. You round the corner to your car. There, next to it is a massive SUV. Now, why would someone have to park next to you when practically the entire ramp was empty? You shake your head and hit the remote button to unlock your vehicle. The lights flash. You step between the vehicles and reach for your door handle.
Suddenly, the rear door of the SUV opens in front of you. You stop short and freeze. A man steps out of it and grabs your arm. Your mind snaps out of its paralysis as you realize that he is wearing a mask. You open your mouth to scream, his gloved hand clamps over your face.
Without permitting you the chance to react, you are pulled forward and pushed into the truck. You scramble for the other side, but find that it won't open. Must have child locks. You start to feel like a helpless little girl. You look around in panic. It's one of those big monsters that normally has a third row. It's missing. Instead, there is some type of mattress or cushioning covered by sheets and pillows littered around the sides.
Since you are looking in that direction, he grabs your head with one hand and pushes you there. His other hand strips your purse from you and throws it to the front of the vehicle. You fall onto the cushions and he falls upon you from behind, wrestling with you to remove your coat. You feel his forearm on the back of your neck, pinning you to the sheet beneath you as his other hand successfully pulls the coat from your arms. Face into the cloth, you inhale the scent of old sex, juices leaked and dripped to the fabric beneath you. You realize that portions of it beneath your hands are stiff from the residue.
