When her boyfriend told her that they were going tubing, Beth wouldn’t have expected this:
The violent jolts that tore her off the inflatable tube, the screams that flew out of her mouth the illusion of flight as the tube jumped off of the surface below, suspending itself in mid-air for a split second. Beth had never been so out of breath while laying in a seemingly relaxing tube. Her arms shook; holding on for dear life. She caught her boyfriend’s mischievous smile as he drove erratically in attempt to send her tumbling. But Beth held on, a true fighter.
Another scream escaped her lips as a bump sent her spirally. Beth barely managed to keep a hold of the handles. She grunted as she attempted to pull herself up, but she was too weak. Her right foot scraped against the asphalt below. Gravel flew into her eyes, causing her eyes to water. Unable to see, Beth screamed for him to stop. But he just looked at her in the rear-view mirror of his rusting Mercedes, his eyes filled with malice and he was practically drooling over Beth’s pain. He abruptly turned left and Beth’s body finally slipped off of tube. The road ripped off her skin, rubbing gravel into her wounds. Beth was no longer able to scream but tears silently fell down her cheeks. The rope tied around her wrists, holding her to the raft began to rub off her skin.
Beth would’ve never expected this.