His Widow
The door slammed shut behind them, sealing her fate.
She didn't waste a second. The moment she regained her senses, she lashed out, her hands flailing, her nails clawing at him in blind desperation.
"HELP! HELP! SOMEBODY, PLEASE!"
Her screams tore through the confined space, but the unclosed window at the front slowly rolled up, muffling her cries.
She fought harder, her body thrashing in his grip until his arms locked around her entirely, rendering her immobile. With one hand, he pressed a switch, and the divider between the front and backseat rose smoothly, severing any last connection she had to the outside world.