Fear | K.th [Editing]

Protocol [2°]

She groans in pain, eyes fluttering open to clear her fogged vision. Evangeline feels her body jolting with every bump of movement before she scans her surroundings. She's in a truck. Mildly dark. Cramp. Cold. The realization that her environment has changed hasn't fully hit her yet as she tries to recall everything that has happened.

She was with her friend Jasmine, they went to a club together, she met someone...Her eyes widen when one name comes to mind. Evangeline remembers everything now. She begins to panic, chest rising up and down as she shifts to get up but remains in the current position she woke up in. Her eyes lower to her arms and feet. Chains locked around her wrists and ankles keep her immobile.

That growing icky feeling plants itself in her stomach. Breath coming out rushed behind the duct tape over her mouth. She checks herself once more, eyes lowering over anything different about her appearance, any different feeling in her lower region that isn't anxiety over what is to come of her.

Despite the cover over her mouth, she attempts to scream for help. The cry gets caught in her throat when a voice from beside her makes itself known. "Ah, you're up." Her eyes cast onto a lean figure sitting a few feet away. A magazine in his hold that he lowers upon noticing Evangeline awake. He uncrosses his legs and looks toward the watch on his wrist. He gets up and walks toward the woman, halting once she begins to wail and shake in the restraints. "Hey, relax a bit. I'm not here to hurt you."

She ignores the man's words, the knot on the side of her cheek begs to differ. She continues to struggle in the chains as the strange man comes forward. She screams, although in vain. The man sighs at her failed attempts of calling for help. He turns around to grab something out of her sight. Upon seeing a pair of scissors and a bucket now in his grasp, Evangeline cries louder as she tries to kick him from getting close to her.

The man slams his fist against the wall beside her head to get the wailing woman to quiet down. Her struggling and escapism comes to a stop. Evangeline stares up at the man. Eyes wide. Tears staining the duct tape. His arm retreats back to the side of his body as he takes a deep breath, satisfied with the outcome of his action.

He takes a step back, hand running through his hair and then over his mouth. "I didn't want you to see that side of me so early, but you provoked me." He chuckles, pointing toward her. He goes back to what he was doing before that outburst had occurred, grabbing a small stool to place in front of her legs where he sits. "Let's not make this any harder than it has to be." He begins to explain what is about to happen. The scissors he had previously grabbed are going to be used to cut her orange dress so that she has enough room to urinate in the bucket that he places underneath her. Noticing the confusion in her face as to why he has to do this, he further explains. "It's gonna be a long ride."

He starts to cut with or without her protest, proclaiming this is helping Evangeline the most, despite murmuring under his breath on how cleaning any accidents will be a burden on him. She closes her eyes shut. She squirms, not liking the feeling of being exposed. This was humiliating. Having a complete stranger, that she doesn't quite know his true intentions, watching her in the corner of a truck as she pees in a bucket. She'll hold her bladder for as long as she can, though it makes her wonder what will happen once they arrive at their destination.

The man glances up at her, a small quip on one side of his mouth. "If it makes you feel any better, I won't go near your underwear." She feels disgusted, as if she were being violated. It feels as if she is with the way the man caresses her inner thigh claiming he was only cutting the fabric. If her ankles weren't chained to the floor of the truck she'd kick him, the consequences of her actions a fleeting thought in her mind.