PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz
The two young girls lying bound in the trunk could hear nothing, see nothing, to help them escape. They were cold and terrified.
It was supposed to have been fun, going to a party with the two cool older guys who had picked them up. “Come with us, come on!” They never saw the third man behind them holding the syringe. A prick, then nothing.
They should have listened. They should have stayed with a crowd of friends. Should never have gone with guys they didn’t know.
Too late for remorse. Too late.