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Darkness
I slowed the car to a complete stop and then turned off the ignition. To my left, a large open field. To my right, dense woodlands. But, as dark as it was, it was impossible to see either with any real clarity. A few hundred yards ahead, discarded rubble obstructed the narrow road. No one would stumble across us unless they followed us down this unused road. Which was unlikely, considering it was the early hours of the morning.
I sat in silence. Waiting.
Waiting for my husband to start. He was “hiding” in the back seat. I knew he was sitting behind me, but he’d been silent for so long I wondered if he was still there.
I glanced at the rear-view mirror, but could see nothing but black. My heart raced. I knew I was perfectly safe, but crazy thoughts seeped into my mind; what if there’s a psycho with a knife hiding among the trees, and we don’t notice them until it’s too late because we’re distracted by our kinky sex games?
Before I could elaborate on that pulse-racing thought any longer, a firm hand grabbed my face. Roughly covering my mouth and pinning me against the headrest.
I cried out with surprise and fear, but only a little of the noise escaped his grip. I struggled against his hand, but he was strong enough to resist.
