A WAY OUT
She had been in the dark for a while now and had lost track of just how many hours and minutes had passed. The only light had been the dull red glow of the brake lights as the car jostled up to each stop.
When she first awoke, she tried screaming, but the gag in her mouth rendered the efforts futile.
She could still taste traces of the chemical on the cloth, the one that had been rammed across her nose and mouth as she walked home from work; the one her assailant had used to knock her out.
The car had stopped a while ago and she had heard a door open and close, then the sound of footsteps fading away.
She had thrashed and kicked and screamed for what seemed like ages, but there was no escape.
She was ready to give up, to resign herself to her fate, when she heard the soft click and the trunk rose an inch.
She was no longer scared as she pushed the lid open and clambered out of the close confines, clawing at the gag.
Whatever sick game was being played was clearly not over. Her captor would not simply let her go.
She surveyed her surroundings quickly and efficiently, then did the only thing that made sense. She started running, as fast as her legs would carry her.
She sprinted up the winding ramps, following the black on white signs and not looking back.
As she ascended from the depths of the garage, from the depths of this nightmare, she noticed something funny about the signs. They said out, not exit.
Either way, as long as they got her to where she needed to be - which was as far away from that car' it's smelly trunk, and it's insidious driver, she was fine with it.
She sprinted faster than she ever had before, knowing that as long as she kept going and didn't look back, she might find a way out.
She didn't care where her out was, and she would not slow down until she found it.
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