The Ride to Hell

Iris

Sitting stiff in the passenger seat of Lucien’s expensive black BMW feels like being trapped inside a plush leather coffin. The air in the cabin is thick, stifling despite the cool air conditioning blowing from the vents. I stare at the sleek, illuminated dashboard, weighed down by the dark irony of my situation. The polished wood trim and immaculate upholstery mock me. The last time I sank