After fifteen minutes and a dozen awkward stares, you arrive at a motel, that is actually quite nice looking.
"Wait here," he says, as he exits and starts walking to the front office.
You ruminate on making a break for it, but erroneously you think you can keep this a peaceful night by staying.
He returns, pocketing some cash, and then opens your door.
"I got us a room, let's go. I know you young girls can stay up all night, but well, I'm not as young these days."
As you exit the vehicle and close the door, he wraps an arm around your waist and leads you toward the room.
"You know, you could have run." He says, to your surprise.
"That tells me something," he continues, "means you want this. I'm glad you like me Emily."
"I don't want this." You tell him.
"Even though you say that, I know you have to lie to me. But, I thank you for not complicating things. After tonight, you'll be free to go on your way."
If only, you think to yourself. Suddenly, he turns , grabs your waist and lifts you up onto his shoulder. "Hey!" You cry.
He carries you in through a dark motel room, shuts the door and lays you gently down onto the bed.
Your legs dangle over the side of the bed and he stands between them. He grabs your left leg and lifts it up high. His rough hands caress along the back of your smooth thighs.
"Such delicate legs. It's time, Emily."
You stare at him speechless. Is there no way out of this? How did it get to this?
"Wait!" You cry.
"What is it this time? We don't need to draw this out."
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