WHISPER
She never expected he'd be hiding in the back seat. Now, with her arms handcuffed behind the passenger's seat and mouth duct-taped, he drives her to places unknown, and she is afraid. The threat is more of a presence than words. He didn't say much from the back seat as he held the knife to her throat 30 minutes ago. He didn't have to. "Keep very quiet and very still," he had ordered. "I've sliced the nipples off better than you, and I'll do it again." "Put your hands...