Photo Prompt by Sandy Morrison
The slap of her stilettos echoed off the concrete walls as she marched towards her Mercedes in the corner of the garage. Giving a slight snort, she attempted to clear away the scent of grease and gasoline assaulting her. She cursed her decision to meet at his office and vowed never to do it again.
The dim lights flickered above her creating a morbid ballet of shadows that danced across the oil stained cement. A shuffling behind her sent a chill down her spine. The whisper of fabric was barely audible over the buzz of the halogens. Her heart thudded in time with her heels as she hugged her Coach bag and quickened her pace. She fumbled for her keys, clutching them in a trembling hand.
The sound of her heavy breaths filled her ears and she began to doubt whether she’d heard anything at all. Approaching her car, she clicked the button on her keys. The tail lights flashed, welcoming her to safety. Relief washed through her as she reached for the car door.
The squeak of a rubber sole made her jump. A yelp escaped her lips as her keys clattered to the floor and slid beneath the car. Before she could turn, a calloused hand gripped her face, pulling her against the solid body behind her. She struggled to breath through the thick fingers covering her mouth and nose. Thrashing in his arms her heels scrambled for purchase on the slick surface.
A glint of metal flashed in the yellow light a second before a cold blade burned across her throat.
The man’s grip loosened, and she slid to the cold, hard floor. She heard something scrape across the cement, followed by the slamming of a car door. Tires squealed. An engine revved then faded, as her vision dissolved into nothing.