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"Just one more inch…", Jill thought to herself. One more inch and she could press that god damn lock release. She cursed the damn idiot that invented childproof locks. She did not even know why she was doing that anyway. So she could open the door, and then what? She was handcuffed to the back seat anyway. All she could do would be to scream as loud as she could and hope someone could hear her better with the door opened…
She finally gave up, her ankle sending her a tremendous pain after several minutes of twisting it trying to reach the lock. She tried again to pull the handcuff, wishing that handle she was tied to would finally break, but it did not; instead, all it did was get her wrist more bruised. She sighed, tired of this impossible situation.
He had left her inside a SUV he previously left on the side of some very deserted road in the middle of the woods. He said he had to go make the exchange. When he got back, they were supposed to drive to that new place he would work at; it was a few days drive. She wondered what he expected from her. Maybe he seriously thought she would stay calmly at home while he worked… Or maybe he would keep her locked in some creepy cell during the whole day and would let her some freedom inside the house when he would be back home… Who knew… This guy was obviously not as sane as she first thought… And yet, even after all the horrible things she knew he did, some strange force pulled her to him, some old feelings just would not leave… She hated it, cause she knew it made her just as bad as him then…
She tried to lay on the back seat, trying to relax her ankle as best as she could. It felt ten times worst than it first did when he left. He offered his help, offered to look at it, to try to fix it as best as he could with the lightly furnished first aid case he possessed in the truck, but she categorically refused his help. He insisted, but it was of no use, she just did not want of his help. She was too proud to accept help from him now, from this traitor… "Douchebag!", she said out loud as if it would make her feel better to say it out loud.
She sighed heavily. She was not only proud, she was also scared of his touch on her… The feelings that were brought by the proximity of his body earlier was terrifying her. She felt dirty, dirty to still lust after this man…
She felt guilty for her friends… Earlier, she kept questioning him about Chris and the others, she wanted to know if anyone survived except the two of them. He proudly admitted to her than there was only slight chances than anyone else survived… And now she would be lusting after a man that caused the death of several of her comrades… "You're disgusting… a disgusting whore…", she told herself, feeling the tears coming to her eyes.
She closed her eyes, remembering all the nights she spent with him. His toned body on top of hers, her desperate for his ministrations. All these times she cheated on Chris, unable to resist him… How weak she felt in front of him, how limp her willpower was when they ended up alone in the same room, how affectionate she suddenly became after a few nights in his arms, how he was making her lose her mind completely… She desperatly hoped it would change, that now she would hate him forever, than she would despise him enough to never want him to touch her again… But, deep down, she knew too well things would not turn this way…