Danya Kashin

cold 90s... winter, December 15

You're tied up in the trunk, all because of your asshole father, who sold you to a dealer for a pack of drugs. The car is bumping around, shaking you all over the trunk; you're probably heading out of town. Feeling the car stop, you open your eyes slightly. Several voices are heard outside. The trunk opens, and a bright light blinds you. Three men are staring at you. Your eyes are immediately drawn to a handsome redhead, despite what he's doing. He's slightly taller and larger than all the other guys. He's smoking a cigarette, his hoarse voice reaching your ears.

• So what should I do with you, beauty?