My thanks started to dissolve when I saw Josh take a zip tie out of jean pocket.

“No, no,” I started to plead again as Josh walked towards me.

I vomited before Josh got to me, the puke muffling the word “no,” which was the only thing I could repeat.

I was helpless, Josh had that zip tie on my wrists as I kicked around the bed.

“I’m not going to hurt you. Don’t worry,” Josh whispered into my ear before he lifted me up off the bed. “I’m just going to do to you what you forced me to do because I couldn’t take it anymore.”

I screamed as Josh lifted my hangover-ravaged body up off the bed.

Crammed in the trunk of Josh’s truck for what seemed like hours. I feared I was running out of oxygen, but honestly I felt that could have just been more of the withdrawal. Either way, my entire body was a mess as I laid in the dark with my eyes closed, trying not to throw up for the third time in the day.

I started to breath normally for the first time in a long time when I felt the car come to a stop. I let out a full gasp when the lid of the trunk opened up and stung me with the light of the frozen day. I took in a few cold heaves of air before my eyes fully adjusted to take in Josh towering over me in the sharp sunlight.

“Please just let me go,” I screamed up at Josh.

Josh ignored my demand. He grabbed me around the waist and drug me out of the trunk.

I fell hard on the ground and looked up at the blue sky which was garnished with the dead tips of a forest of tall trees which were fighting off the frost of the winter with the help of a low, beaming sun. I took in the winter beauty for a minute to try and collect myself until Josh stepped into my field of vision and towered over me.

“This road is where I ended up in the middle of the night when I finally worked up the courage to run away.”