Five Minutes Flat

Karol regained conscience and quickly realized that she was bound and gagged in the trunk of her own car. She throws her head back in disbelief, surprised by the audacity of this woman tying her up, and kidnapping her in her own car. Why did she have to be a Good Samaritan? Her head still hurts from being hit with something, but she was coherent enough to know she must get free now. The trunk was stuffy, and she could smell many reasons to clean it out later.

“The latch!”

There’s a latch that can let her out from the inside of the trunk. Her hands were tied tight and she couldn’t maneuver anything from behind. Karol then slid her bounded hands down under her butt, behind her legs, and bent her feet back until her tied hands were in front of her. She pulled the tie down off her mouth and gasps for breaths. She then used her teeth to get her hands untied. She feels the car coming to a stop. She grabs a crowbar behind her and bends on her knees. She hears keys opening the trunk. When the trunk opens she swings to crowbar across the head of the man that was standing with the woman who kidnapped her, and he hit his head and fell out cold. Karol jumps out the trunk, and pins crowbar to the woman’s neck and pushes her to the wall of the garage they were in.

“Open the garage door, or I’m going to kill you.”

The woman nods, unable to speak  with Karol jamming the crowbar against her throat. Tears are coming down the woman’s face. Karol releases the bar and punches her in the face.

“I tried to do something nice, and this is how you repay me. That’s why no one in the family deals with you, you dumb ass crackhead!”

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