35FakeryOnce outside the apartment building, the two demons manhandled Tazia into the back seat of a large luxury Audi. She ended up on her front, pressed head first into the soft fleshy leg of the man sitting beside her. Through short gasps, she could smell fabric softener from his trouser leg and lavender soap from the skin underneath. Lavender? Oh, f**k!
Those scents gave way to the aroma rising from the leather upholstery and the carpet. They’d both been recently cleaned, solvents vied with a sweet fake lemon-scented shampoo. Alarmingly, it was the same smell on the gag still stuffed in her mouth. The little saliva she could make burned a chemical trail down her throat.
Challenged by the handcuffs, she wrestled herself into an awkward sitting position so she could turn and see who wa
