“shut up.” rhiannon grunted as she tightened the ropes behind your back, forcing you to wince.

she’d seen you giving her boss hassle at work, and it pissed her off. so, she kidnapped you. she’d killed a few people, infact, but you didn’t know about that.

the killings had been coincidental though.. same weapon, very aggressive considering the amount of stab wounds on each body.

but all you knew was the junior writer from your journalist office had kidnapped you, and had you in her garage.