The car grinds to a halt. Tyra breathes steadily. He doesn’t realise who he’s messed with. She set this up though. This is what she wanted.

It hadn’t been difficult for the news headlines to peak her interest over the last month. Nine bodies, all young college students around her age. She had decided it would have been neglectful of her peers to not do something. All of these young women had been from her side of the city.

It was a local problem. A problem that she was going to solve tonight.

Over the last week she had studied the cases and found it should be easy enough to use herself as bait for this disgustingly cliché predator who was accosting young blonde women as they walked home alone.

How very gut wrenchingly simple she had thought.

It had only taken two and a half evenings of strolling around Dublin’s inner north city with her newly bleached hair and sporting the tightest fitting tracksuit she owned before she felt him lurking behind her. She had been sure to have her AirPods visible in her ears so that he would deduce she was not aware of his advance.

She had put up a good plausible fight when he lunged at her from behind. Some would say a very good fight for that of an average woman her age. Not for Tyra though. She was saving herself for when they were alone.

When she had him alone.

Now the boot clunks open and she is blinded by a stream of light. A hand grabs her arm and yanks her out onto a dark derelict road. No street lights, no buildings, surrounded by feilds to the left and a steep hill to the right which is smothered in overgrown bushes. Wicklow she decides given the duration of the drive and her assessment of the surroundings.

Holding onto the ropes around her wrists as to give to illusion she remains tied up, she is dragged towards the side of the car.

Before he has time to make another move, Tyra has whipped the ropes around to form a garotte and loops it around his neck. She pulls hard and he calapses to the ground with surprising ease.

She is so good at this. This is what she was born for.

When he wakes he is tied to the front passenger seat using knots that even a sailor would have trouble undoing though she thinks it probably unnecessary.

Their eyes meet. Tyra smiles.

“Now, you’re coming home with me”