The Warehouse

2129 Words

My eyes are heavy with sleep, and my body is still slumped in the back of the moving truck. It feels like we've been driving for hours, but maybe it was a few minutes. I'm not sure, I find it hard to comprehend anything that's happening. I've been drifting in and out of consciousness, waking up anytime I feel the truck jerk. Plus, it's not easy to get some sleep with a creepy guy staring at you. I'm just staring at the burly guy opposite me who hasn't stopped gazing at my exposed legs with lusty eyes. I wish I hadn't picked these stupid denim shorts to wear today. That sick smirk on his face, making me know I'm in deep s**t, infuriates me to no end. And I can't wait to gain my strength back before teaching him a lesson he will never forget.  Suddenly, the truck starts to wobble on the r

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