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Is it far?

Not by car, no.

Why do you ask?

Just wondering.

Thinking I could use a break.

Maybe grab a bite to eat.

You don't need

to be on your way?

Not yet.

It's interesting, isn't it?

All this.

You driving through here on this

particular day at that particular time.

Breaking down

right where you did.

It's incredible, really,

when you think about it.

All the things that have to occur in

sequence, all for two strangers to meet.

You know, you make

one different decision,

you take

a different fork in the road,

and then two people

just pass each other by.

But yet, here we are.

Is it all chance?

Simple serendipity?

Or is it something more?

Fate? Destiny?

Don't worry.

I'm not flirting with you. Honestly.

I don't think you could deep

throat my huge cock anyway.

I'm kidding.

It's not that big.

I think you could do it.

With that mouth,

I might even enjoy it.

That's not funny.

I think you should get out.

What? Did I say something wrong?

Did I spoil the mood?

Please, I'm asking nicely.

Get out.

No, no, no, no, no.

We're gonna go on a nice little drive.

I can drive the rest

of the way on my own,

but believe me when I tell you,

it'd be a lot less

fun for both of us.

The door, please.

Why are you doing this?

Doing what?

I didn't force you to stop.

You pulled over and invited me in.

And even then,

even after you'd done your good deed

and taken me as far as you could,

you still wouldn't let me out.

Maybe that's some subconscious

attempt to sabotage a marriage

you don't really want,

or maybe it's fate.

Either way,

it doesn't seem right for you to blame me.

Gas pedal's

the one on the right.

Where are you taking me?

I told you.

A little motel down the road.

Don't worry, there won't be

anyone there to disturb us.

It's been abandoned for years.

Suit yourself.

We'll be there before sundown.

God, that's annoying.

No! No!

Sh*t!

Sh*t!

Sh*t.

That was new.

I do believe I may ache

a little come the morning.

Awful lot of blood

you got there.

I guess you missed

your femoral artery,

because, frankly,

you'd be dead by now.

I don't think you realize

how much trouble you're in.

Nice knowing you, Mallory.

You're on your own now.

No, no, no.

Please, please. Please.

Please, please, don't.

Where's my phone?

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Please, somebody!

Help!

Help!

Help, I'm down here!

Help!

Somebody help!

Help!

Somebody, please!

Help!

Help!

Help!

I'm down here!

Sh*t!

Don't you want to know

where I've been?

Found a cabin a few miles downriver.

A family place.

No one home,

unfortunately, and no phone.

But by the looks of it,

someone will be back soon.

In the meantime...

How have you been?

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