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round two, Buck roughly tied her up again and threw her into the trunk. The last thing she saw was him spitting down at her, before the lid slammed closed.
    *
    Percentage of
rapists who are never incarcerated
: 97 percent.
     
    Consciousness didn't slowly warm Yuki like a comforting blanket. Instead, it slammed into her with the force of a semi-truck, nearly inundating her brain with information and pain.
    Her ribs hurt. Her hand hurt. Her head hurt. She couldn't move her jaw. Everything was a cacophony of torment. And for some reason her left ankle was throbbing insistently.
    She tried to open an eye, but one was swollen completely shut while the other could barely open a slit. She was in a small space, and it was dark. Where was...oh yeah. The trunk. They had shoved her into it.
    But why did her ankle hurt?
    It took all of her strength, but she managed to tilt her head towards the pain. To her utter shock, she realized that her foot was hanging out of the trunk. In their utter callousness to put her away like some sort of defective toy, they hadn't even checked to make sure she was completely in the trunk. Did they think her stupid? Did they think her so weak, and subservient, that she would just stay in their trap like a good girl?
    Rage flowed through her anew, mixing with the fear and adrenaline that had been pumping through her body when she was last conscious. How
dare
they. How
dare
they!
    Somehow, she found the strength to turn her body. Then to extend her trembling arm. And then, slowly, agonizingly, pulling her beaten body towards the small sliver of freedom.
    Finally, her hand touched the cool, night air. It was just the promise of strength she needed, and she mustered the wherewithal to lift the hatch enough to push her upper body out of the trunk. She toppled to the cold, damp earth, and the impact drove all the breath from her body. Yuki laid there, gasping, while her mind tried to catch up.
    It was still dark, with no hint of sunrise in the sky, so she couldn't have been out long. She was not bleeding anymore, so exsanguination was probably not a threat. If anything, she had to worried about shock, internal injuries or succumbing to exposure if the night got much colder.
    Oh, and her attackers returning for another round of their assault.
    That spurred Yuki to pick herself up from the damp, cold earth. Like a corpse rising from the dead, she grabbed onto the edge of the car and pulled herself up. She got to her knees, and allowed herself a rest. Her whole body was trembling, clamoring for her to just lay down and give up. She wanted rest. She wanted peace.
    But she couldn't stop.
    She took a deep breath, and forced herself onto her feet. Her damaged ankle screamed in objection, but she tucked that away and pushed on. This was just another test she had to pass. Another challenge to defeat.
    She had to survive.
    Finally, she was on her feet, and she let out a desperate, giddy laugh before suddenly remembering that her attackers could be anywhere. She nearly choked on the sound, and focused. She needed to be aware of her surroundings. She needed to find an escape.
    She gripped the spoiler at the butt of the car and looked around. Her heart almost shattered when she saw the unmistakable outline of Buck's shoulders in the front. She froze, waiting for the inevitable end as he saw her in the rear view mirror.
    But nothing happened.
    Was he toying with her?
    Tentatively, she used the support of the car to slowly, agonizingly slowly, to move around to the side of the car. Still nothing. Heart now drumming like a full percussion line, she slid/walked to the driver's door, trailing streaks of red and muddy brown in her wake.
    Finally, she reached his door, and it took all of her will to look directly at his profile. This was the moment when he broke whatever twisted game he was playing, and looked at her. This was the moment she met her end. This was...
    He was
asleep!?!
    For a moment she stood there, incredulous. How