Tom drove his new Mercedes convertable for hours. He enjoyed hearing the sweet hum of the motor as he accelerated. Occasionally he heard the wimpering of his passenger on the back seat floor who was hog-tied and had her mouth duct-taped. He turned the radio up a little higher when her wimpering became too annoying. Nothing was going to spoil his day.
After daybreak, Tom finally stopped the car. He sat thinking for a few minutes before opening his door to get out. He then pulled his passenger out of the back, took out his large pocket knife and cut her ties. Then he released her and let her fall to the ground.
As she stiffly stretched to her feet, he began talking. “Ya know, Sweet Becky, I used to love the same things you loved.” He stopped for a minute to gather his thoughts. “So here’s a present for you.” He waved his arms around and then she noticed that she was in the midddle of the dessert. “You always loved the beach the best.”
Tom got into his car and to her screaming protests, drove off.