To whom it may concern I haven't forgotten about this. Or Ripples. Or End Game. Or Sin. I love you all. x
She's in the back seat of a dated, musty Camery, both of her hands are bound to the side door handle.
She is twisted into a position of immobility and she is starting to feel twinges of pain in her right shoulder from the angle she is positioned in. The night air whips at her sides through open slivers of windows and she bites down on her frozen lower lip pressing them together in the hopes that she can generate heat.
They've been driving for over two hours.
Tony is directly in front of her and Elliot is to his right in the front passenger seat. She moves her line of sight down to her purple fingers and begins rubbing them together to perpetuate warmth, her torn evening dress is no match to their winter apparel.
Minutes later Elliot's voice sounds through the vehicle for the first time since they left.
"Roll up the windows."
Tony eyes flick immediately to the review mirror before his eyes make their way over to Elliot.
"You concerned the bitch is cold?" he spits out.
Seconds pass.
"I'm concerned the bitch is going to scream." He responds firmly, motioning towards the bout of traffic they're about to hit as they approach the next town.
Tony exhales heavily, promptly winding up his window before glancing back at her in the rear view mirror.
"One sound and you're dead."
They pull up to a gas station.
It's the first time they have made a stop since they started driving and if she had to guess she would say it's bordering on three and half hours since they left the warehouse.
The gas station for the most part looks abandoned and she assumes that was why they chose it.
As Tony puts the car into park he glances over to Elliot as if to say - you're in charge, don't screw up.
He is gone then, the car door slamming shut and her eyes flit instantly to the side mirror where she sees Tony insert the nozzle and begin to pump the gas. When it seems he is distracted her eyes slowly make their way over to Elliot. He is facing forward. Not a word. Not a sound. Not even a glance back in her direction.
Tony is next to her door, a plate of glass divides them and she can feel his eyes momentarily leering on her bare legs as she continues to pump the gas. The windows are up but she still doesn't chance a word.
When the gas pump stops she jolts at the sound and it's seconds before Tony is walking towards the pay station. As she watches his form disappear into the store she turns back to Elliot and they lock eyes.
"Listen to me carefully," he whispers. "You've got two minutes."
Her heart starts to pummel when she sees him reach into his pocket and it's moments before he is turning and placing a small piece of metal into her bound hands. Her shaky fingers close hesitantly around the key.
"Unlock the cuffs," he tells her with all the seriousness he can muster. "Get out of the car - and run," his voice is low as his eyes move to the doors of the gas station.
"Elliot," she swallows, her eyes are fixed on his profile, urging for the slightest hint of eye contact to return to her. "Please don't do this," she whispers, her voice is practically trembling. "He will killyou, you know he will." She is begging him to reason with her.
"Oliv-"
"No," she cuts him off abruptly. "I'm not doing this. We're sticking to the original plan," she rasps.
She watches a mixture of frustration, anger and fear ripple across his face, the muscles in his jaw jumping feverishly in response to her blatant refusal. She can tell he knows his words will have little effect so he switches gears and suddenly he is removing his seatbelt.
Her heart hammers as he moves through the small space between the front seats, his wide hips pushing through the dividers. Her breath catches when he grasps her arm, his fingers curling around her bound wrist as he pries opens her fingers with his other.
"Don-t," she panics attempting to close her hand against his force but his strength is no match to hers. "Elliot wait-"
She is trembling but he says nothing, just grabs they key and slots it into the cuffs until he is yanking them clean off.
He wastes no time then, his large hands are grasping her forearms dragging her down the seat of the car. He is reaching for the door handle on his side, intending to open it and but images of him shot dead on 6am news are at the forefront so she twists her body suddenly until her foot slams into his wrist before he can get it open.
He calls out, grabbing the back of her bent knee, his fingers curling underneath, gripping her firmly as he attempts to yank her down the seat. Her dress pools up her thighs as she falls onto her back. He tries to drag her further but she acts as a dead weight, gripping onto the door handle behind her and suddenly it's a tug of war as she kicks at any limb she can find.
He ceases her calf muscle firmly, digging in his fingers in an attempt to stop her from kicking but when she doesn't let up he switches gears, moving on top of her, a thigh knocking her legs apart as he wedges his hips between her legs. Her breath leaves her chest as he drops his entire body weight onto her and she calls out.
He cuts her off with a hand to her mouth and her heart pounds in response. She arches in his grasp, her legs sliding against his outer calves, her murmurs getting stifled by his hand. Her mouth parts, her teeth ready to clamp over his finger to cause pain, but he stops her suddenly.
"Don't," he whispers down at her frantically and then she realises why. "He's coming."
She hears it then – the car door ripping open.
"The fuck?" Tony's loud voice booms through the car and that's when she feels it - Elliot's large body getting dragged off of hers before he is shoved forcibly onto the cement.
TBC
