Page 8 of Dozer

“Yeah.”

“Any college?”

“A little, but it was stupid.”

Finally, some truthful answers.

The jeans were skintight, so I unbuttoned them and used brute force to rip them down the middle. I made a small cut at the bottom of both legs, and ripped them open from the bottom as well. It took a few minutes longer than I’d have liked, but before long, she was completely naked in the floorboard, and everything she’d owned was tossed in a ditch off the side of the road. I reminded myself the club spends a few weekends a year helping clean up various areas of town, like that made up for me trashing the woods here. It couldn’t be helped, though. I had to get rid of her shit in a way so it couldn’t bounce back on me.

I’d have to spend some time looking over her tattoos later. Her ass cheeks were completely inked, moving up her back. It looked like she’d eventually be inked everywhere her clothes covered, which told me she was still holding out for some kind of ordinary job.

Or that if she had to face her parents again, she didn’t want them to see her ink.

“What are you going to do to me?” she asked.

“That depends entirely on how obedient you turn out to be.”

I kept going on the road we were on, made our way to Lookout Valley, and to another side road.

There was an old hunting cabin about a quarter mile down this trail. How far was I going to take this? I could drop the bitch off somewhere and drive away right now. Give her the cash she’d had on her, maybe even take her back to where I’d left her bag.

But I knew I wasn’t going to do that.

The wind was whipping up and a storm was moving in. I’d have at least six hours in the hunting cabin without risk of a hiker near enough to hear us inside.

And I could make plans for how to keep her, if I thought she might work out. Maybe not permanently because of the wholehumanthing, but I could play with her a few weeks.

And maybe I could figure out how to keep her longer, if I played my cards right.

I’ve never raped anyone in my life, though, and I wasn’t prepared to do that today, either.

But we’d see how malleable the little thing turned out to be, wouldn’t we?

Chapter 6

Daisy

It was warm for February but too cold to be outside naked. He picked me up, rubbed the dirt off my arm that’d been on the floorboard, and then settled me back onto the passenger seat, still on my side, still in the damned hog-tie. He stepped back, took his shirt off, and then cut the ties attaching my ankles to my wrists. My wrists were still bound behind my back, and my ankles were still bound together, but it was a big relief when I could sit up. He put his shirt over my head and pulled it down over my body, so my arms were inside the shirt.

I’d been shivering, and I was suddenly so warm — like taking a blanket out of the dryer and wrapping up in it.

He lifted me gently in his arms, so even though I was uncomfortably bound, he didn’t hurt me when he carried me.

“Thank you.” He was being nice, and I wanted him to keep doing that. Also, it was in the back of my head somewhere that if I made him like me, he might not hurt me.

“I’d planned to beat the fuck out of whoever stole my truck, but my fists do not pound on women, so I guess we’ll figure this out as we go. I still need my pound of flesh, though.”

Fear settled into my gut and I thought I might throw the peanut butter sandwich back up. “I’m sorry! Truly! My car broke down, and…” My instincts told me to shut up, so I did. It hadn’t been my car to start with, since I’d stolen it, too. “It was wrong.I was wrong. I’m sorry, but, like you said, I didn’t hurt anything! No damage to anything!”

“I abandoned my groceries in the parking lot, ran four miles to my house, and then had to ride a ridiculously small motorcycle to catch up with you. Where did you grow up?”

“Virginia.”

“Mountains, coast, or in between?”

“Coast.”

“Your accent is more New York than Virginia.”

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