“You’d be stupid to try and run,” the man warned, practically reading her next thought. “What would you open the door with, your feet? The door behind you leads outside, to the middle of nowhere that could be crawling with fae. The door behind me leads to hundreds of innocent people- heaven forbid you accidentally touch one of them. You know what would happen then.”
Sounding almost cheerful, he patted a large trunk and took a golden key out of his pocket, “Your partner is right here. If I’m lucky, I’ll get a feather out of both of you... Phoebe, maybe you weren’t aware- did they tell you how broken your body was before you woke back up again?”
“I’ve never seen anything like this. There must have been a mistake on the intake paperwork.” The voice of a doctor rang in Phoebe’s head.
There were three padlocks on the trunk that her captor was fiddling with, but when he inserted the key into the first one, the lid swung open immediately. All of the locks had been broken.
Before the door to the car burst open, Phoebe heard the stranger say, “Oh, no. It got out."