It was almost a delicate whisper, her repetitive echo. He smacked the steering wheel as if she were just suffocating his air. He should never have agreed to this, he wanted to drop her off on the side of the road---and yet he needed her in a way he couldn't ever describe. It was twisted, disgusting and the sight of her made him gag.
The goal was to win her back, as if he had ever lost her in the first place. Echo would never be able to do for any other as she would undoubtedly want from him. She was destined to forever be a servant for him. Was she not? He drove for what felt like an eternity of silence, until the car lights ahead of him blinded him. He shielded his eyes, realizing that he'd lost his train of thought. He'd meant to insult his passenger, not find himself staring.