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you were peacefully driving down a winding mountain road when BAM...... somebody sideswipes you, and you both careen off the side of the road and into a ditch, coming to a stop JUST before you would have fallen over the edge into a deep, deep, deadly canyon. you wouldnt have survived that at all if you had gone over! O.o

breathing in the SWEET scent of survival (and gas, from your presumably ruptured tank), you stay stock still in your car, taking in the feeling of being alive. your door is unharmed, but it seems the other person's passenger side wasn't so lucky - except, there's nobody in the car?!??!?!??

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! somebody pounds on your window and you jump. a large, hulking, but BEAUTIFUL man is nearly cracking your drivers' side window. mamma mia! you decide to roll it down before he punches straight through.

"h-hello, are you the other driver?" you ask, shakily. the adrenaline hasn't quite wore off yet.

"yes." he says. his voice is deep, and filled with a really sexy combination of weariness, depression, and.. . .. . . top energy. what a hunka munka.

"how'd you get out???" you can't imagine being able to get out of the car at ALL, although now that you're looking at it, the passengers side door of his car is open. that was dumb of you. you can see a bit of blood on his face as well. oopsie doopsies.

"i just did. anyways-" he leans onto your car, blocking all moonlight until all you can see is him. "i'm glad we agree that this accident was your fault."

"what????" you say incredulously. even though he was sexy, you DEFINITELY didn't want to take the hit and pay for his car repairs!!! beside, he sideswiped YOU! "that was TOTALLY your fault! i wasn't even speeding! i was following all traffic laws!!!"

he tilts his head, and you can see a slight, ghostly reflection of your car's dashboard lights in his pitch black eyes. "isn't that nice, but you don't seem to understand." he reaches in and pulls you straight out of the car with one fell swoop, holding you up singlehanded. wow..... you think. he has some REAL core strength.........

"this accident was your fault." he states again, in the exact same tone of voice as before.

"i really don't know what you're talking about," you say, as your feet dangle above the ground. his brows furrow and he looks incredibly exhausted for a second, before totally changing his expression into a disconcerting grin that doesn't meet his eyes. he begins to walk with you towards the fence separating you and the canyon ledge. you try to struggle, but it's clear his biceps are NOT phased.

he dangles you over the ledge, holding you out with one hand. the ravine yawns below you. "this accident was your fault. this is your last chance." he smiles, but his voice sounds like ice. damn, he really must not want to pay insurance. you're too stunned to speak and gape at him in shock.

thirty seconds pass. it's almost impressive how little he is wavering while holding you. what are you, a bag of grapes? you're gaze is held by his Inky Black Excuses for Eyes.

"time's up." he says, and the grin only widens as he hurls you into the middle of the canyon.

at least he had really nice pecs, you think, before the impact hits.