"Is everything okay in there?" A voice hollered. I watched the man who kidnapped me walk over to the door. His legs seemed to stretch on forever, he had to be six one or above. Reaching behind himself he put his gun in the waist band of his jeans. "Everything's fine," He said peeping through the peep hole. "Are you sure? I thought I heard a scream," The voice said. It was a women, an older women. I could tell from the groggily voice she projected.
"I was fucking my girlfriend, she gets a bit loud," He said. "...Okay, I'd feel better if she said something," The women uttered very skeptically. He turned to look at me, before he could reach for his gun to threaten me I opened my mouth. "I'm okay, just some-sex," I stuttered out, a tremble in my voice as I said the last word. She was silent for a moment. "Alright, well you folks have a good night," She said. My kidnapper took another puff of his blunt and sat back down on the chair. He pulled me closer to him by calves. My ankles had also been bound my duck tape, he pulled a knives from his pocket and cut them loose. We were very close, too close in my opinion. His hair dangled in my eyes as he pealed the duck tape off. He then looked up and locked eyes with me. "Did you wanna take a hit?" He asked. "Im fine," I uttered weakly, almost inaudible. "Are you hungry?" He asked. "Cause I have a bag-"Why am I here?" I cut him off.
He smirked. "I thought I told you, I like pretty things," He said. "There are millions of pretty girls you can have, go find another one. Just please let me go," I said. "Fine, I wasn't planning on taking you but when I held you at gunpoint in the diner and that old man hesitated to shoot something became very clear to me. I needed a hostage," He said. "Someone to use as a shield against the police or any kind of law enforcement, if a hostage is involved they'll always hesitate before they shoot," He said taking a puff. My breath hitched, I was his human shield. He blew smoke into my face, inches away and his his eyes fluttered shut. Taking a whiff his chest rumbled, "You smell so fucking good, Maria," He said lowly. I shuddered from the drop in bass that came from his voice. "I wanna know what you taste like Maria, is it as good as you look?" He asked. From the way he liked his lips I could tell he was serious. His eyes clouded with darkness, as if he was picturing something dirty.
"I thought you said you weren't gonna touch me?" I questioned. "I won't touch you unless you want me too, I didn't say anything about controlling what I say," He said lowly, as if his most recent thoughts had completely invaded his mind. "I need to use the bathroom," I said ignoring his lustful gaze. "Go ahead," He said leaning back in the chair. "My hands?" I said. He chuckled, showcasing a pretty white smile. "No sweetheart, your not gonna escape that easy," He said. "But how am I supposed to use the bathroom without my hands?" I asked. "Figure it out, if not let me know, Im sure I could help out," He said winking.
I rolled my eyes. I can't believe I got kidnapped by a jackass.
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"Wake up!" A voice carried tearing me away from my sleep. "We gotta go," The same voice rang in my ears. Eyes too tired to open I decided to ignore it. Next thing I knew I was being carried by him. Engulfed in his strong arms he lifted me as if I had weighed nothing. Considering his towering height and muscular body it was not surprising.
"What? Why are we leaving in the middle of the night?" I asked. "I think that nosy bitch from earlier called the police," He said. This was my chance to escape. Flashlight started shining through the windows. "Fuck!" He screamed. He put me down as he tried to figure out another means of escape other than the front door. Grabbing his gun and the few items he had with him he starts heading for the bathroom. "Get in here!" He said. He was clearly frazzled. All over the place and scattered. I looked at him and then the door.
Someone was beating against it.
"Police! Open then door!"
My feet began moving towards the door. Two steps is all I make before he gets to me. Anticipating my traitorous movements. "Help!" I screamed. Its cut off by his harsh yanking. Opening the bathroom window he pulls out his gun with haste. Everything is moving extremely fast. "Climb through it," He says pointing it at me.
"We're coming in!"
I stood on the other side of the window watching him wiggle through it. Should I run? How far would I get before he shoots me?
A crashing sound indicated that the door had been broken down. "Get in the car!" He screamed with the weapon drawn. "Now!" He said. It moved like slow motion. The scene played out like some kind of Hollywood movie. By the time the cops were shining flash lights at the discovery of the open window we had already shut the doors of the car and pulled out of the parking space.
The adrenaline in my veins and over taken my system. Gone was the dreamless peaceful sleep. There was no way he could outrun the cops, they had to have been hot on our tail by now. But maybe not. I looked around at the road.
It was completely dark. Some open little highway with no light to illuminate itself. Pitch black and on either side there was nothing but dry desert. Where the fuck were we? Had the cops even known who he was? Probably not. Thats why there was no helicopter. They didn't know who he was. They just got called cause some lady thought I was in trouble.
I was breathing heavy. That stupid gun he kept waving in my face. It was causing me to panic.
"Stop!" I screamed.
He ignored me. To busy speeding as fast as he could down the highway. "Stop the car!" I screamed again. His foot did not let up off the pedal, we continued to accelerate. The car was traveling so fast down the road. We were lucky nobody else was around.
120
150
The numbers kept ticking up. "Please!" I begged. "Stop the car!" I screamed. This time I hit him.
"Stop the fucking car!" I said.
His foot hit the break and we went spiralling and skidding across the highway. The loud screeching was pounding my eardrums and I suddenly understood the importance of seatbelts. When we finally stopped silence engulfed the strange atmosphere. "F-Fuck, nobody's chasing us! You need to calm down!" I said. He didn't say anything. His hands were trembling. What the hell was wrong with him? Was he trying to kill himself? What the hell was that?
He quickly snapped out of it wiping his nose. Blood dripping down his forehead, fuck did he hit his head? He didn't seem to care. He backed up the car straightening it to face the right direction and started driving off again.
I couldn't help but to burst into tears. How long was I gonna have to deal with crazy shit?