Chapter 27
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Clove
I kicked at the inside of the trunk again, but it didn’t budge.
The metal rattled under my heel, and the stupid little motor in my costume kept whirring like nothing was wrong. Like I wasn’t trapped in the dark. Like my inflatable raccoon hadn’t lost its butt somewhere in the struggle.
“Let me out!” I screamed.
No answer.
The truck hit a bump, my body slamming against the side, and then it slowed. Stopped.
My heart hammered so hard it hurt.
The trunk popped open.
Light flooded in, blinding me.
Two masked men stood over me.
“Please,” I begged, my voice breaking. “Please let me go.”
One of them laughed.
The other one sneered, “Shut the fuck up, bitch.” He reared back, and then everything went black.