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“I want out of this truck. Now! I’ll call the police!” she reached for her purse to get her cell phone, and didn’t find it with her. She glanced to the back seat and didn’t see it.

“Looking for your purse?” Tarek asked. “Your boyfriend has it.”

“You’re insane,” she said.

“No. I’m quite sane. I question your sanity though. Playing fucking games with me? No one gets away with that shit.”

“I thought you liked games, isn't how all this started? I play you, you play me, I play you again, round and round we go?” she asked.

He smiled. “Ah yes,” he said. “You’re the damsel in distress.” Let's see what you do when you’re in real distress.”

“Where are we going?” She glanced through the window again, and tried to pick up landmarks, any familiar point. None were found.

“Somewhere we can talk. And you will tell me everything I want to know,” he replied.

“And if I don’t?” she asked.

Tarek offered a sly smile. “I have my ways to convince you. Or have you forgotten?”

“Unfortunately I can never forget you Tarek.”

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