Emily woke up with a terrible headache and it felt like something had dried on the left side of her face and in her hair. She tried to reach up and feel it, only to realise her hands were tied together and secured to the hand grip attached to the passenger door. She could slightly recall her head being bounced off the window, so the dried stuff must be blood. Her eyes slowly moved from one thing to another as she took in her surroundings. She was laying on the truck seat, with her feet sticking out the open drivers side door.Through the opening she could see the trees, lots, of trees in fact, there leaves were blowing in the wind peacefully.
Emily couldn't believe she'd fallen for his tricks. But she'd been sitting on the side of the road for an hour when he came along offering her a ride, so she decided to take it. Plus he was just so cute. Sure he was older than her, but what did that matter. Afterall she was seventeen now, she could do what she wanted. Or so she thought, but now, she'd pay the price.
She caught a glimpse of him as he grabbed something from the back of the truck. He paid her no mind, how long had she been here? Where was here? It was obvious he wasn't worried about anyone seeing them, so there must not be any people around.
Emily tugged on her bound wrists, but it only caused the rope to bite deeper into her arms. She stopped to listen to a strange new sound, something was scraping against the ground repeatedly, followed by a low thump. When she realised what the sound was, she screamed and started pulling on the rope with a new determination. Tears poured down her face and disappeared into her hair, the rope tore her wrists open causing little red rivers that dripped onto the seat and floor.
The struggling was causing the scab on her head to crack open and bleed. Sweat poured off of her, she was consumed by dizziness, and still she pulled at the rope. Suddenly there was a groan, followed by a loud crack, one side of the grip broke away from the door releasing her.
Emily slowly sat up and timidly peaked through the windshield, thankfully the man was nowhere to be seen. She cautiously scooted across the seat and peaked out the door. There was still no sign of him, her feet hit the ground. She looked back and forth, nothing, she creeped forward a few steps watching carefully.
Finally thinking all was clear she took off running, but she didn't make it far. The man grabbed ahold of her shirt, she screamed right before slamming into the ground. The air flew from her lungs, she rolled onto her hands and knees, gasping for air, and fighting to stay conscious.
"You're a very naughty girl, do you know where naughty little girls go? Hell," the man said, in the most evil voice she'd ever heard.
He pulled her to her feet by her hair and led her to a whole in the ground with a heaping pile of dirt next to it, she stared at what she knew was to be her unmarked grave. No one would ever find her here.
He knocked her to her knees, "Pray for forgiveness, maybe you'll be spared."
She bowed her head and started saying a prayer to herself, "No say it out loud so I know you mean it," he growled angrily.
"Dear Lord please forgive me for my sins, please save me from this crazy person, please just let me go home, let me go back to my family. I promise I'll be good, I promise, I promise, I promise-" his gruff voice cut her off again.
"I don't believe you," he shoved her forward with all his might, forcing her into the whole. When she hit the bottom her head ricocheted of a rock. Emily tried to force her eyes open when she felt a soft thump, quickly followed by another. Dirt scattered across her face and body. Then she blacked out.