Crazy Tales from the Truck

"Okay, okay. Maia, make sure you scream nice and loud so I can enjoy the show too," Raul said.They said long-haul truckers were a crude bunch. I was seeing it firsthand now. I couldn't believe the things coming out of their mouths. My face was burning a deep crimson.For the rest of the day, I lay on the sleeper berth in the back while the two men chatted up front. Most of their conversation consisted of raunchy jokes and dirty talk. I tried to act uninterested, but they were so loud that every word reached my ears.I didn't know if men really used that kind of talk to relieve stress, but I was genuinely stirred.Those blunt, unfiltered words drifted through the air like feathers, brushing against my skin and teasing my senses.The frustration I'd felt with Dylan the night before started to boil over. Lying there, I felt a tingle spread from head to toe. I couldn't wait for nightfall, so Dylan and I could go at it.Once wasn't going to be enough. I wanted much, much more.My ey

I was no match for Raul's strength. In that humiliating position, Raul took everything he wanted from me.With tear-filled eyes, I tried to straighten my disheveled clothes and hair.Dylan was still snoring. The weight of the situation hit me, and the tears started flowing uncontrollably.Raul pulled out some tissues and tried to wipe them away, but they wouldn't stop."God, you're a sensitive one, aren't you?" he remarked with a frown.Seeing me sob harder, he gave me a smile to soothe me. "Maia, the first time is always the hardest. I'll be gentler next time. Besides, it's your fault for being so loud at night. I couldn't take it anymore."This bastard. He assaulted me and had the nerve to blame me for it.I swung my fists at him, but hitting his solid muscles felt less like an attack and more like a lover's tease. It had no impact at all."Alright, alright. I know Dylan can't satisfy you. I'm just being a good friend and giving you a little extra. Stop being so stubborn."T

"Maia, let's find a motel tonight. You look exhausted after these past few days," Raul said.My face flushed. He wasn't tired, but I was.He was incredibly considerate. Since I really was feeling under the weather, I agreed.Raul knew the area well. After weaving through several backroads, he pulled up to a small, two-story motel. It sat in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by nothing but barren land. It was the kind of place only long-haul truckers frequent.Likely due to the lack of guests, the place was poorly maintained. The hallways were dimly lit and eerie.The room wasn't much better. The sheets smelled of mold, making me wrinkle my nose. It was actually filthier than the truck.Still, this wasn't the city. Just having somewhere to stay is already good enough. And since Raul had gone to the trouble, I didn't want to complain.I collapsed onto the bed, my body feeling like lead.Raul climbed over me, and we shared a passionate moment.When it was over, I nudged him away,

I had told Cara I'd be back in ten days, but as she watched my Instagram updates claim I was deep in the wilderness, she sensed something was wrong.My phone went unanswered. When she went to our house to press Dylan for answers, he claimed I had vanished in the wilderness and that he'd already called the police.Cara knew for a fact I hadn't gone to Quenvale. Growing increasingly suspicious, she went to the authorities and laid out everything she knew.Up until that point, the police had been wasting resources searching the wilderness areas from my Instagram posts. Only now did they realize they had gone completely in the wrong direction.Security footage revealed me boarding Raul's truck, proving I had never headed toward Quenvale at all.After a series of investigations and interrogations, Raul confessed to his crimes. The police even uncovered a string of cases linked to him involving the trafficking of women.I wasn't the first woman he had sold.Using his job as a long-hau