ANOTHER TRAP

Richard drove through the quiet streets, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly as he navigated the darkened roads. Amelia was slumped in the passenger seat, her head resting against the window as she drifted in and out of consciousness. The effects of the drug were still strong, and she was barely aware of her surroundings. Richard glanced over at her, his mind racing with a mixture of guilt and determination.

He had crossed a line tonight, and he knew it. But there was no turning back now. **I just need to make sure everything goes according to plan,** he thought, his heart pounding in his chest. **No one can know about this.**

Richard had already arranged for a hotel where he could take Amelia, one that was discreet and hard to find. It was a small, out-of-the-way place that didn’t ask too many questions. He had paid for the room in cash, ensuring there would be no paper trail leading back to him.

As he pulled into the hotel parking lot, he took a deep breath, trying to