She’d been stuck in the boot of a car, ankles taped together, hands tied behind her back, forced to lie on her side, mouth taped shut. At first she’d tried to note every turn the car had made, figure out which direction they were heading in but after a while it became impossible to tell. Due to the knack she had of counting in her head without having to think about it, she knew she’d been stuck in the car boot for three hours forty three minutes and twenty seven seconds and she was getting angrier with every passing minute. She couldn’t believe she’d been kidnapped by a bunch of southern dick ticklers and she was going to make them painfully sorry for it the second they let her out. Jules grimaced and tried to stretch out her legs as much as she could, but she didn’t get very far because she was too tall. “Bastards,” she yelled into the gag in frustration, kicking at the boot lid, determined to cause as much damage as she could.
