The Grabber x Male Oc

Chapter Two

Once I had come to my senses, I knew this had to be 'The Grabber'. Dressed in black, creepy face paint, the man had it all. Hell, even a van to suit.

"Could you give me directions?" The man asked, I noticed a piece of paper in his hand. The other was busy opening his side of the door. I backed up a bit, I was cautious.

While my sister may be a bitch at times, she had taught me quite a few things over the years. The main one on her list was 'Always trust your gut'.

A common saying, but it was good advice. By how all of the lights were turned off in the nearing houses- I needed to act fast. Smart even.

"...Where to?" I asked. He knew I was on edge, I could feel it. My heart was beating faster than I could blink. But a blink was all it took for him to get out of his van.

I snapped out of my thoughts and began to run, if I shouted- would he harm me? If I didn't shout, would I be grabbed? Choices mattered, heavily.

...

I fell to the ground, the feeling of his body falling on mine scared me. I could feel a blade ledged towards my throat, the man meant business. And whether or not that meant I'd die, was all on how I responded.

Screaming would cause him to kill me, but staying silent would get me kidnapped. "Get off" I whispered, I was scared. Though letting him know would only encourage him more.

Had I not seen his face, I could've used that as bribery. No...I seen his vehicle, I know the description of it. He'd never let me leave- alive that is. Whatever he had planned- it definitely involved me.

"Shhh" he hummed as he began to choke me. I struggled for air, only to be denied. I wouldn't die right away, I'd pass out beforehand. However, what if he doesn't let go?

---To be Continued---