Veins of Vengeance
Swallowing a lump in my throat, the cable tie around my neck a quiet reminder of the danger I was in, I leaned toward the passenger seat, reaching my hand downward to grab the Hennessy bottle surreptitiously.
“Easy, gentle,” he crooned quietly, keeping his eyes locked on my face, “don’t try anything fun—“
I suddenly swung the bottle at his head as he was still speaking, and I got him just in time, as it smashed into his skull, the remaining content of the bottle spilling on our bodies.
Swaying a little, his grip around my neck loosened, and I immediately dove for the door, trying to get out.
“Somebody, help!” I screamed as loud as I could, and groaning in rage and frustration, the man grabbe
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