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Things Could Be Worse: Chapter Four
‘Fuck me!’ I thought as I felt the vehicle lurch to a stop.
I was hog-tied and blindfolded in the back of a vehicle, and now it had just stopped.
I remembered driving to the inn when I saw a kid on the side of the road with a flat tire on his bicycle. When I stopped to help, everything went black, and I was thrown in here, and the trunk was closed.
I know this place like the back of my hand, even blindfolded. I knew the roads and every twist and turn. I was out of town and in the woods. The last turn took me to a place Andy said never to go. Even if I was dying, die in the woods, never set foot on this property.
The trunk opened, and the hood was pulled off my face.
“Get out,” a dark-haired woman said, pointing a shotgun at me.
“Hi, to you too,” I said as I slowly got out of the bed of a truck.
“Shut the fuck up,” the lady said.
‘Noted,’ I thought. Another place and time to keep my mouth shut. I was untied and stood up so I could walk properly.
“Oh fuck!” I said as I walked towards the sizeable ranch-style house.
“Yup,” the lady said.
There was one house you could see from the lake. It was on top of the cliffs. It belonged to the…
