Construction site

Five years ago, this stretch of road ran through cow pastures, but a growth spurt saw the complex where Drake lived spring up and one was being built next to it. As Dina walked past it, she stopped and looked. "Damn, theys gost to work on thats fasht," she said, remembering a cow pasture being there. Dina heard voices. She saw lights coming from around a large dump truck. She spotted a port-a-potty and sprinted for it, but she tripped over something in the dark and landed face first in a mud puddle. She got up, spitting muddy water and made it to the port-a-potty. She opened the door and was hit with a revolting stench. Apparently, it had not been emptied in a while. She climbed in anyway and closed the door and slid the latch to lock it.

"I'm telling you, dude, I saw a naked, muddy woman run into that shit can," said a male voice.

"You're drunk, bro," said another male voice.

Dina heard the voices getting closer.

"Then why is it occupied?"

Dina heard someone pull on the door. "Hello, naked, muddy lady?"

"Um, go away!" said Dina.

"Told you!"

"You need some help?"

"Or some cock?"

Dina heard laughing. "Juss fuck off!" She heard whispering then silence.

She listened carefullyl and could hear the sound of someone pacing outside.

A minute later, she heard voices again. "Look what I found!"

"Awesome!"

Dina heard the sound of tape being unrolled then she could tell what was going on. The two boys were wrapping tape around the port-a-potty. She went to open the door, but she could not. "Hey! Let me out!"

Suddenly the port-a-potty started to rock back and forth, the foul, blue nasty water sloshing, making it smell worse. "STOP!"

"Want to dump it over on the door?" asked a boy.

"NOOO!"

"Nah, let's just leave her for the workers to find tomorrow."

This was followed by silence, and Dina tried in vain to open the door. She pushed and pushed, but the boys had taped her in tightly.