The car bumped roughly as it drove over a pothole in the road. Inside the trunk, Erica Chapman groaned into her gag as she was thrown about by the sudden shock. The young woman lay on the floor of trunk, clad in her nightgown. Her hands and feet were securely bound with tape. More tape was plastered over her mouth, keeping her from crying out.
Abruptly, the car took a sharp turn and Erica was pressed against one side of the trunk by the sudden change in direction. As the car straightened out again, she slumped back down to the floor of the confined space again.
Less than two hours ago, Erica had been sleeping peacefully in her bed. While she slumbered, oblivious, two men had broken into her house, in the early hours of the morning. The first she’d known of the intruders was when she was rudely awoken by them.
She’d struggled in vain, as they quickly bound and gagged her, before carrying the squirming woman to their car. The men stuffed their helpless captive in the trunk, before starting the car and driving off. Since then, the young woman had been rattled about in her tiny prison, fearfully wondering what was going to happen to her, and how she was going to get out of this mess…
The car passed over another bumpy stretch of road, and Erica was thrown back against the rear of the trunk. The young woman’s eyes widened in surprise as she felt her fingers brush against the outline of a latch, set against one side of the trunk. The latch that opened the trunk.
Despite every instinct in her body telling her to pull the latch right away, Erica forced herself to wait. She couldn’t jump out while the car was still moving, and her kidnappers would surely notice the trunk opening up. She only had one chance at this. She couldn’t afford to mess up.
Keeping her tightly bound hands on the latch, Erica waited for her opportunity. The car began to slow. Erica got ready, but before she had a chance, the car came to a stop suddenly. Erica moaned as she was thrown forward by the abrupt stop. Hurriedly, the young woman squirmed around, trying to find the latch again. She cursed into her gag as the car started moving again.
With grim determination, Erica felt around in the darkness for the latch again. After a few moments, she found it, and waited. The minutes went by, slowly, and it didn’t seem as if the car would ever stop moving, but finally, it started to slow. Erica pressed herself against the floor of the trunk, to keep from sliding forward again. She managed to hang onto the latch. When the car had stopped, the young woman pulled the latch as hard as she could.
With a loud click, the trunk popped open. Erica struggled to sit up, forcing the trunk door up with her shoulder. She squirmed, throwing her bound body over the edge of the trunk. For a brief moment, Erica got a glimpse of the truck behind the kidnappers car, the driver’s eyes widened in shocked amazement as he saw a bound and gagged woman appear out of the trunk of the car in front of him, then Erica fell out of the trunk.
Erica grunted into her gag as she landed on the hard road surface, her shoulder taking most of the force. She rolled over, struggling to her feet, to try and run if the kidnappers came after her. In front of her, one of the kidnappers stuck his head out, cursing. After a moment, he realized every driver at the light was watching this. Shouting to his partner, the kidnapper floored it, zooming through the red light, trunk still open.
“Are you alright, miss?” The truck driver said, running over to her. He reached down and peeled the tape from her lips.
Erica nodded, as he helped her up. “I think so.” She grinned. “I don’t suppose you could give me a lift?...”