Adrian sucked in the foul air as quietly as he could, still motionless and face down on the floor of the van. He heard a can open and the sound of the man drinking, the faintest smell of strong, cheap beer in the air. He wanted to leave, to get out and run, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t do anything; he was completely immobile. Out of all his police training, nothing could have prepared him for this.

After what felt like an eternity, the man pulled Adrian by his ankles backwards, so his head wasn’t mashed into the front seats anymore.

‘Ready to go again?’

‘Please, don’t.’

Adrian choked on the words. The man probably didn’t hear him, not that it would have made a difference.

The man moved Adrian onto his side and reached between his legs. Adrian’s throat was sore. He hadn’t realised he was crying and trying to hold it back. He knew this wasn’t his fault, he knew it. He had said the same things a million times to victims who had recounted their attacks to him. He had been sympathetic and understanding. He thought he did understand. But right now, in this moment, he knew he didn’t have a clue.

He should fight back. He shouldn’t be aroused physically and even though he knew it was a physiological response, he was still disgusted with himself because he was hard. He tried to think about anything that would stop him from climaxing, but he couldn’t. He let out a cry as he finished.

‘You think you’re above it all, don’t you? Well, you’re not so clever now, are you?’ the man said right into his ear.

Adrian didn’t recognise his voice. How could Adrian have driven someone to this and have no idea who it was?

Adrian sobbed into floor of the van, the weight of the man on top of him restricting the amount of air he could take in. The man kept talking, but Adrian couldn’t hear him anymore. He just focused on not being here. Whatever was happening inside this van, it wasn’t happening to him. He lost all sense of time. He couldn’t tell if he had lost consciousness or not, but time seemed to be jumping forwards, as though he were blacking out in between.

The van kept moving and the man only seemed to stop to smoke. They drove through a few small towns; Adrian could tell by the way the van slowed sometimes and the streetlights were different. They paused at traffic lights and he wanted to make a move, do anything.