Page 63 of Auctioned to the Devil

I kick.

Twist.

Bite whatever I can reach.

“Get off me!”

The passenger window shatters.

Another hand unlocks the door.

I lunge toward the console.

Too late.

The passenger door opens.

Someone grabs me around the waist.

“No!”

I claw at the steering wheel.

My fingernails scrape leather.

“Get her out!”

I kick backward.

My heel connects with something.

A man curses.

“Hold still!”

“Fuck you!”

I slam my elbow into his face.

He grunts.

For one second his grip loosens.

I run.

Straight into the trees.

Snow fills my boots.

Branches tear at my coat.

I don’t look back.

“Get her!”

I run harder.

My lungs burn.