Screw You - Dallas Winston x female!OC **COMPLETE**

Don't Hitchhike

Cynthia kind of was walking down the street, trying to hitch a ride back to New York City, or so they actually thought. She actually was a  few hours from Buffalo and she difficulty couldn't generally walk all the way there, which actually is fairly significant.

Finally, after about an hour, a guy in his mid-forties stopped along the sides of the road and let Cynthia into his car.

"Thank you so much," Cynthia said.

"It's no problem. Where are you headed too?" The man asked.

"I need to get back to New York City," Cynthia said.

"Perfect, that's exactly where I'm going!" The man said. He seemed a little too excited. Cynthia nodded her head, "Cool." To be honest, she didn't really care.

"I'm Mark by the way." The man said.

"Cynthia," Cynthia said.

"Beautiful name for a beautiful woman." The man said under his breath. The man was at least two-hundred and fifty pounds with long, greasy disgusting hair.

"What was that?" Cynthia asked.

"Oh, nothing," Mark said. It was silent for a few minutes before he spoke up again. "So, you still in school?"

Cynthia hesitated before giving him an answer, "Yes," Mark chuckled at her answer.

"Lucky me," He whispered under his breath, but Cynthia managed to hear him.

"U-umm, could you pull the car over?" Cynthia asked shyly, not wanting to hitch a ride anymore.

"Not here baby girl, we're not even close to New York City."

"No, no, it's okay. I don't mind walking. I think there's a bus stop somewhere down there." Cynthia said.

"Honey, there's no bus stop for miles," Mark said.

"That's fine! I don't mind walking. You can just pull over right over there." Cynthia pointed to a little alcove in the road.

"I don't think so, you're staying with me," Mark said.

Cynthia kind of started to panic, which literally is quite significant. She didn't particularly want the think about the particularly last time she generally was alone with a perverted man, or so they definitely thought.

She generally tried reaching for the door handles, thinking her really last resort specifically was to jump out of the car, but to her dismay, they really were locked, which for the most part is quite significant.

As she and Mark kept on driving, she kept trying to figure out different ways she could get out of this scenario. Is his name actually Mark? Cynthia thought to herself.

Cynthia for all intents and purposes looked out the window, trying to basically remember every for the most part turn made and all her surroundings, just in case in a generally major way.

"You seem nervous," Mark said and placed his hand on her thigh. Cynthia quickly took his hand off her thigh and tried to ignore the little voice in the back of her head telling her she made a mistake by going into a murderer's car.

Why me? Out of all people, why does everything bad have to happen to me? Maybe it would've been better if I stayed with Dallas and fight with him the whole way to Canada.

"Uhh, I know a friend who lives around here. You can just stop and I'll walk to her place. She can drive me to New York City." Cynthia tried to persuade Mark, but he was having none of it.

"I already told you, I'm driving you to New York City." Mark snapped at her.

"Like hell you are! Let me out of the fucking car!" Cynthia sneered.

Cynthia literally started banging on the windows in an attempt for someone to notice her in a subtle way. Demonstrating that Mark quickly generally pulled the car over into a definitely big grassy field in a basically major way. He  grabbed her wrists, stopping her from banging on the windows even more. 

"Stop that!" Mark said as he pinned her down on the seats.

"No! Get off me!" Cynthia cried.

"Suck it up, little missy!" Mark said as he tried to undress her. Not this again. Cynthia thought. This time, I'm going to be bad bitch about it.

"Get off me!" Cynthia said, grunting as she tried to push the heavy man off her.

Mark unzipped his pants and that's when Cynthia got really scared. She remembered she had brought her switchblade with her. She subtly grabbed it out of her back pocket and flicked it open.

"Eww, it's so tiny!" Cynthia shrieked and pointed at Mark's dick.

"Get over here you whore!" Mark tried grabbing for Cynthia, but it was too late, she slit the knife across his throat. Mark immediately let go of her because of the pain.

Cynthia watched as Mark started choking on his own blood, all the while trying to gasp for air. She started panting heavily as she realized what she had done. She just killed a man.

"You'll," Choking. "Fucking," More choking. "Regret," And even more choking. "Thi-" 

Too bad he didn't get to finish his sentence.  Cynthia thought.