Ride in the Trunk

"I'm not doing it," Summer says.
"Not yet," Tara said. She popped the trunk. "Get in."
Summer stuffed herself inside of the cruel woman's trunk. It was a tight fit, not because the car was small, but because the volume was loaded with hundreds and hundreds of used socks. "Something for you to play with on the way home," Tara said. It wasn't technically an order, but Summer found she couldn't resist playing with the socks.
Summer learned something during that long ride. Tara was a very bad driver. Lot's of sharp turns and sudden stops. Eventually the trunk door opened and Summer was blinded by the light. She fumbled her way inside of Tara's home, not knowing what forms of torment awaited her.