In which a former gang member finds solace in a woman who might just be as much of a Nowhere Woman as much as he...a Nowhere Man.
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For mature audiences only
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The feet of Eden Marley smack against the pitch black roads of route fifteen, Nevada. Her tattered white dress flows behind her, loose enough for her run so fast her feet almost disappear from underneath her. All she seems to hear is the white noise that rings in her ears, the music emitting around her is so muffled she could hardly make out the rockabilly rhythm that blows from the speakers of the vehicle that follows behind her frightened body as she runs for dear life.
Edens face is scrunched with exhaustion as she pushes herself to run faster to escape the estranged person who chased her out of the motel that Harry Styles had left her at almost a week ago. Trying to escape the unfamiliar person with their white lace gloves gripping the wide steering wheel of a classic convertible, revving the engine to patronise their victim.
A thick coating of perspiration covers her neck and face. A trail of droplets glide down her limbs and towards the blurry ground beneath her; leaving a strong scent of distress that redolences in her sweat. The perspiration so intense it drips down her until her feet are wet. Making it easy for the predator to sniff her out and laugh manically from the black Italian Ferrari they drive.
Their hand is outstretch, clenching an expensive rock in their hand as they narrow their gaze and swerve the vehicle to now drive beside to frantic bloodied woman on the road.
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"Sweetheart..." their cloying voice sounds so airy and soft. "You won't be getting away that easy."
Eden glances towards the figure gladded in an expensive outfit. Glamorous materials adorned on their tall physique as they rev forward and screech the car to a stop, blocking Eden from running further along the dead highway at the ungodly hour of three in the morning. Her wide terrified eyes watch as the person exits their car. A sleek knife in one hand and a diamond in the other.
"Don't make this harder for me, dear." The feminine voice of the five-foot-nine killer says as they walk towards a cowering Eden.
