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It happened one night after her shift; she was walking to the bus stop, a backpack on her back and a sling bag across her shoulder with a long sling it kept hitting her thighs. Sighing out loud, Imani stood to adjust it just before she could reach the bus stop; her steady hands trembled when a car slowed down and then stopped a little in front of her. She had heard stories of girls like her being kidnapped, r***d, murdered and their mutilated bodies discovered somewhere in the woods by hikers or hunters.
She could feel her heart thumping uncontrollably; her legs couldn't move as he stood rooted in place, watching a big man uncoil himself from the driver's seat. He stood watching her for a breath of second before banging the door and turning towards her. She couldn't s
