She takes her home for some "fun"...

Rachel pulled into her driveway her house much older than others in the neighborhood, certainly much older and rundown then her guest was a custom to. The bride was from the upscale part of town, and they looked down on this side of town. As Rachel cheerfully shut off the engine she heard a thumping from the trunk. It had been a few hours, Rachel made sure to take a long way home enjoying the thought of tormenting her prize that much more. The bride was most certainly awake by now.

Climbing out of the driver seat Rachel made sure to grab her trusty shovel from the passenger seat, whilst whistling a cheerful toon as she strolled around to the trunk. Standing at the ready, shovel in hand she popped the trunk with the remote start. The bride came leaping up screaming in terror only to be abruptly silenced by the on ominous clang of the shovel bouncing off her face sending her plummeting back down with a heavy **** thud into the confines of the trunk.

Rachel looked in with a devious grin on her face, the bride once again laying motionless, humiliated and defeated in the bottom of the trunk. Her captor reaching in to give one of her exposed breast a supportive pat, "poor thing, your really having a bad day aren't you sweetie"