Suddenly the trunk lid was flung open and Lindy Lewis felt the cool air surround her in the small enclosure. Then the blindfold was ripped off her face and the rag was pulled out of her mouth. She blinked and tried to yell for help but only a croak came out. She got a whiff of stale whiskey and old body sweat off them as the tall one stroked a hand over her thigh. She spit at him and he laughed and said, “come on lady be nice!” And finally tears spilled over Lindy’s face now as she lay there defenseless. She was going to die!