[ All things considered, being threatened by a Mundy man and shoved into the stale air of a dark truck ranks surprisingly low on her list of Shit That's Happened over the last dozen years of her life, enough that she settles into the seat with only a few sounds of protest.]
Where are you taking me? [She shifts and crosses her arms tightly over her chest, a glance of open annoyance slanting over him.] I'd ask why but your type never seem to want to answer that.
[At least not in a way that's ever satisfactory to her.]
prompt 1 | i'm cool with whatever content/matter gets brought up. o7
Where are you taking me? [She shifts and crosses her arms tightly over her chest, a glance of open annoyance slanting over him.] I'd ask why but your type never seem to want to answer that.
[At least not in a way that's ever satisfactory to her.]