Caution this story depicts images of torture and murder

She stopped the car at the top of the hill and grabbed the bottle of vodka. She took a deep drink and then worh a towel proceed to wipe the car clean of any trace. Her short hair held tight in a hairnet under her hat left little chance of leaving amy clues. She opened the trunk and pulled an unconscious man dropping him bodily into the dirt. After fastening his arms and legs she took her cloth and covered his face with it vodka over the towel before takign another drink. He coughed and moaned deeply as his concilness returned. His body was marred with fresh marks and skars. Blood caked around his mouth amd eyes. She was impressed. Few left under her care had ever made it this long.

“Koz, wake up, your survival demands it.”

The man looked about and swore softly. Your arms are attached to this car. You need to keep up with it.

If you can make it to the water you might be able to get free. Do you understand?”

The man looked around, fully concious now amd aware thre nightmare was real he looked in horror at his captor.

This woman had take. Everything amd over what? It mattered not hed get free and hell and fire would reign down n her and her family. He wouldnt underestimate her again.

He said as much. And she replied”

“Well im not a good judge of things far off. So if you get throguh this you cam stop by any time”.

“One thing” she said. Metric is all messed up for me. Do you reckon that cliff is 100 meters to 150 meeters?

She paused for effect and he finally replied, 150.

Well thats a shame because i only had 100 meters of rope.

He looked down and saw the ropes fastened to hai feet on one end amd secured around a tree on the other.

As the realization set in she said everything was and put the vehicle in neutral.

Unfazed by the mans screams sje told him this was easy compared to the horrors hos victims wale to every day. She toom another long drink of vodka and gave the car a mighty shove. Despite Koz’s vest interest the car kept moving forward. Stumbling he fell into the road scrambling to regain his feet, rhe rocks amd road opening wounds old and new.

About 50 meters before the cliff he fell for the last time. The slack taken up in the ropes that bound his feet the car pulled forward. Hi screams carried high into thr air but were cut short as gravity and moment did their job. The pieces of him that didnt make it to the ocean reamined in place for someone else to find.