It was a Trap

Sera

“Where are you taking me?” My voice cracked as I asked the question yet again. “Where are we going?” It felt like we’d been driving for hours, but maybe it was just my total exhaustion heightened by the gentle hum of the engine lulling me to sleep that made everything about this very abrupt, middle of the night trip feel hazy.

“You’ll see.” That was all he ever said in response to my inquiries, and it was getting old. Why couldn’t he give me any indication as to what was going on? If I wasn’t so sleepy, I’d be more demanding, but I’d been preparing for bed when my presence had been requested, and I hadn’t had much of a choice but to put my shoes on and go.

Blinking several times to clear my vision, I stared out the window and gazed out over the bleak, empty landscape. Philadelphia was a bright speck on the horizon, but I had no idea where I was—or why. We were on some kind of long, winding back road that never ended.

I shifted in my seat, doing my best to stay awake. “Ouch, Tomma