Page 19 of Sin & Fall

“If you’re that desperate, just let it out.”

I stare at him in disgust, and when he sees my expression, he laughs maniacally.

“You’re such a creep. Just pull over, I won’t run. It’s not like I’ll be able to get very far like this anyway.”

“We’re five minutes away from our next stop, you’ll have to hold it until then.”

The hairs on the back of my neck prickle. Narrowing my eyes at him, I say, “I thought you didn’t know where you were going.”

He gives me a sly look, and butterflies start up in my stomach.

Come to think of it, he killed that guy at the gas station so easily. He was waiting in the woods with a bag,a knife, and zip ties ready to go. Then there was the video tape. “You planned on killing that man all along, didn’t you?”

I watch him closely for any tells if he decides to lie to me. His jaw clenches, and his grip on the wheel is strained.

“He deserved it.”

“You used me as bait!” I sit up, the blanket sliding off me.

“You got me.” He doesn’t sound the least bit sorry.

Crap. I’m in the car with an actual killer. Not someone who had to kill to survive, but someone who does it for fun.

Don’t I know how he feels, though? I didn’t feel any remorse when I committed the most heinous sin to save myself. Disgusted at myself, I shake my head and direct my messed-up feelings at him.

“Stop looking at me like that. If you knew the shit he’d done, you’d do the same.” There’s a flash of hurt in Zack’s eyes. This is personal for him. Which means if he’s doing this for someone he cares about, then I’m collateral. A means to an end. Only, the end is almost definitely going to result in my throat being slit.

When I found this road at the start of the night, I thought I didn’t care if I died, but being so close to both freedom and death has given me the clarity to know which one I want.

I’ve got to get away.

I can’t make a grab for the door handle, but I can try and break the window. I force my shoulder into it and end up banging my head instead. A concussion will be better than him slowly torturing me to death. I deliberately hit my head against it again.

“What the hell?” he angrily shouts, forcing me back into the seat by holding one hand to my chest. The car swervesto the side of the road, and he slams on the brakes before we crash.

“Get off me!” I scream, and fight against him. Within seconds he’s climbing over the gearstick and pinning me down as he lowers my seat back.

He grips my throat hard, blocking off my circulation and making my head throb.

“Do not fuck this up for me. I will kill you right here before I let you get in the way.”

“In the way of what?” I choke out.

His eyes widen, and he gets a nasty deranged look on his face like I’m the enemy here. He chokes me harder. If I don’t do something quickly, he’s actually going to murder me. I can’t win in a fight. He’s bigger, stronger. If I want to survive, there’s only one thing I can do.

Lifting my hips, I rub my pussy against his dick in his jeans.

His erratic breathing starts to slow down, and his eyes drift shut as his dick hardens. I take a deep breath as his grip on my throat loosens.

Shifting beneath him, I bring my legs up and wrap them around his hips to grind harder against his bulge. He lets out a small moan.

Seems pussy is what soothes this beast. I rub up against him some more. I should stop. He’s no longer trying to kill me. But I can’t help myself.

He’s already ruined me, and now I want to see if I can do the same to him.

“What are you doing?” he rasps out.

“Untie me.”