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GRUDGE FUCKED: A Child's Blood, A Predator's Playground (Chapter 2)

The car's music and its vulgar language blared loudly.

The night sky's thunder and lightning crackled explosively.

The car's chrome exhaust pipes roared without end.

The falling raindrops thudded against the trunk.

The culmination of sounds drowned Simone's screams out completely. They had become useless. She still tried for as long as she could until her voice finally went hoarse and her throat became sore and burned worse than it did the time she spent the day screaming from roller coasters at 6 Flags a couple years ago. The only sound that remained now inside the stuffy trunk as the car drove where her whimpers. They themselves weren't showing any signs of ceasing or quieting.

During the beginning of her ride in the trunk, Simone had been hysterical. Along with her screaming, she pounded and kicked on the roof of the trunk as hard as she could trying to get out. She pounded until her feet and hands ached. None of it worked though. The trunk's roof wouldn't budge.

In the pitch black darkness, Simone was petrified of what was going to happen to her. She had no idea if she was going to be killed, raped, beaten or even worse. All of those fears had her heart feeling like it would explode. The fear of not knowing was what had her more scared than anything. There were so many horrible possibilities.

Another thing that was unbearable in the beginning and that had her far passed hysterical was Closterfobia. She swore she was going to suffocate. There didn't seem to be any air coming into the trunk and there was only enough space inside for her to turn over. She couldn't rise up or even lift her head up too far. It felt like the confinement would close in on her eventually. It reminded her of when her brother used to lock her in the closet when she was younger. She'd hated that. The darkness was scary enough because she thought for sure the Boogie Man lived in darkness. She thought he would wrap his arms around her at any moment and kill her. That terrified her without mercy but the fact of being closed in such a tight space with no way of escape made it even worse. That made it pure torture. Now was no different.

Simone's heart now pumped hard against her inner chest. She breathed quickly. Sweat drenched her tank top along with the rainwater that soaked her earlier. Tears still ran from her eyes until they were swollen and her vision was blurry. Her body still trembled. Her knees still knocked together. Her lips still quivered.

Simone thought about her mother, her brother and her friends. She'd never thought about them this hard before. As she lay in the trunk she wondered if she was ever going to see them again. The possibility that she might not made the tears fall even more. The possibility scared her more than death.

Turning over on her side, Simone pulled herself into a fetal position and held herself tightly. It was all she could do to comfort herself. It didn't help much though. Thoughts and fears still bombarded her mind from every direction imaginable. They wouldn't turn her lose or give her a moment of peace. They just kept coming.

Each time the car made a turn, Simone could feel it. Each time it sped up, she could feel it. She wondered where she was being taken. She wondered why she was being taken. What had she done? What had she said? What was so special about her?