I scowl at him, then climb into the boot. Thankfully, it’s vast enough to fit me, but I have to bend my legs.
“You’re sick,” I tell him.
“You love it.”
I do. I really, really do.
He reaches behind me, and I shiver as his hand brushes against my bare shoulder.
Damn him and his touch.
Cole retrieves some ropes.
“Here?” I whisper-yell as he ties my ankles together. The tightness of the ropes feels so familiar now. So exciting.
When he’s finished with my wrists, he steps back and watches me with a sadistic gleam in his eyes. “There. Much better.”
“You’ll really leave me like this?” Usually, the tying up part is followed by sex and mind shattering orgasms. That’s why I like them. What’s the point of appetisers if there’s no main course?
“One more thing.” He rummages by my head, then retrieves a ball gag and straps it around my mouth.
My protests turn into muffled sounds. Oh, come on! The car boot shouldn’t be the setting for this.
Ropes and a gag. Maybe he is the psycho attacking women. He even knows about the victims’ profiles and everything.
Where the hell did that idea come from?
His fingers caress my cheek before gripping my chin. His thumb strokes my lower lip. I want to taste him.
“You really thought you could tell me you hate me and get away with it, Silver? I’ll eventually fuck that word out of you.”
I shudder at the promise. Right now? Here?
“Be a good girl.” He closes the boot, killing my hope, and turning my world black.
I swallow back my frustration as the car moves down the road. He’s an excellent driver, so I don’t bump into anything, not even once.
When we come to a halt and the sound of people filters in, I realise we must’ve arrived at the Meet Up.
“You want to come out?” he whispers without opening the boot.
I hit the roof with my foot.
Laughter comes from him as he opens the boot a slit. I squint at the light from the party. People from school buzz all around the car park, laughing and ready to have a good time.
My eyes widen. They can’t see me like this.
“What do you say?” Cole’s eyes gleam as if he knows exactly what I’m thinking about.
I shake my head, mumbling around the ball gag.
“I thought so.” He strokes my cheek again. “Be good.”
And the darkness returns.
The bastard.
I can’t believe he’s leaving me like this to go a party.