Smoke & Mirrors

The last thing she could remember was the smoke. It was sour and made her cough; she thought her throat was on fire. His body was heavy and he smelled like grease paint. She could barely feel her body being picked up and placed in the back of that dirty van and his silhouette fading into the background.
She was just trying to be nice.
She should have known better than to talk to strangers.

*"Black Phone" FanFic*
*(18+)**Violence/Gore. Language.**