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
