Stella stared at the man who was sitting next to her in the backseat of the car. Her eyes shifted to the divider which was raised for a fleeting second before going back to the man who was busy pressing a white handkerchief to the side of his forehead. Her eyes landed on the ghastly looking cut on his right temple when he pulled away the blood soaked piece of cloth for a mere moment.
She couldn't help but cringe looking at the lumps of half clotted blood which were peeping out from the break in his skin.
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Twenty minutes earlier,
"Stella, will you do as you are asked to do, please?" Taylor spoke up as a frown marred his forehead. He needed to leave for the airport as soon as possible before anyone found out that she had gone missing. He didn't want to take any risks with her.
