Chapter 3 by wicker

She’s definitely not making it home on time…

Scheme Foiled

Becca Thorpe was a successful robber. She would hitchhike until a man with a nice ride picked her up, then she whipped out a gun, robbed him of his valuables and car and left him on the side of the road before ditching the car before the cops caught up with her. She made a decent living doing this as well as meeting men in bars, slipping them a Mickey then robbing them in a hotel room.

But she had met her match. A man in a nice van picked her up. Well, the van looked nice on the outside. When she got in, he was already holding a gun on her.

Later, she was bound and gagged in the back. "Nice gun," said the man as she waved Becca's gun. "Anything to say for yourself?"

She just stared at him.

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"Damn, how long have you been walking down the side of the road?" the man asked. "Your feet stink." He taped one of her shoes over her face, so she had to smell her own foot odor as she breathed though her nose. He then drove off. He drove until sunset then pulled off the main highway and onto a dirt road.