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He ignored my question and kept on going.
“Where are you taking me?”
He didn’t immediately reply, so I repeated my question. “If you don’t shut up, I’m going to tape your mouth shut.”
I gasped. “You will not!”
He shook his head, either in amusement or frustration. I didn’t give a shit which. If he even tried to tape me, I’d poke both his eyes out. I needed to clear my head and make a plan.
Fifteen minutes of silence later we pulled up a long gravel drive encased with trees on either side. Lit in front of us was a stunning log cabin. You know the ones built from real full-fledged logs. It momentarily took my breath at the grandness.
“Where are we?”
“My place.”
