Phoebe stopped at a closed door.
“Hello? I’m here to look at some luggage,” she said, but when she opened the door nothing but black greeted her. This wasn’t a car full of bags like she'd expected. It wasn’t even a car for the staff; it was utterly empty except for a large trunk which was sitting off to the side.
Was that what the man was talking about? Feeling incredibly uncomfortable, Phoebe didn't want to enter the car, but a hand lashed out and grabbed her wrist. It pulled her in before she even had a chance to yell. Phoebe spun around to see a tall man with the aspect of a wildebeest holding onto her. His gaze was dull and emotionless, and he looked Phoebe over as though she were a rack of antlers mounted on his wall. He pushed her forward and she stumbled deeper into the car.
“Perfect. Right where you’re supposed to be, miss Ashcroft,” he spoke in a frank tone as he closed the door and locked it from the inside.
Phoebe’s immediate instinct was to run, as though she had deer legs and a deer heart to match her aspect. If she could dive past him and open the door fast enough, then she had a chance of escaping. But when she tried to leap forward, she found that she was frozen in place. It wasn’t fear- Phoebe couldn’t move an inch no matter how she struggled under her skin. She wasn’t even able to scream as the man closed in on her.