Little Lamb

1 ❦ drive baby, far away

❝I need to be held so bad. Take me forever.❞

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I could hear the howling sound of the wind from an open car window. The faint sound of a staticky radio and the familar sound of a car engine.

My eyes slowly flutter open, still droopy. Face pressed into the cold glass. Street lights, coming and going. And then aching pain hit me, my head felt dizzy, foggy. I had no idea where I possibly was. In the backseat of a car with dark interior.

It all felt like a faint dream, I don't remember taking a taxi, I don't remember being drunk or getting passed out in a strangers car. All I know, I didn't fall asleep here.

My eyes shift around and my gaze eventually lands on the driver, a man, a dark figure.

"Who are you." my words came out slow as I tried to speak, groggy and sleepy. Yet there was a sharpness to my tone. It was a demand. The man's eyes flickered from the road over to me.

"I'm taking you where you need to be."

His response was vague, but there was an odd playfulness in his voice, almost taunting even. The man's eyes soon went back to driving, keeping the vehicle on the road.

I looked around. I had a weird feeling in my chest, It didn't feel right. A feeling of pain erupted into my wrists, I gazed down seeing my wrists tied together with white zip ties.

I felt my heart beating faster, my skin crawling. I wanted to cry, panic all over the place.
"What are you talking about. Who are you. Where are you taking me?" I say weakly, my bottom lip pouting, trembling with fear.

"Home." he responded once more, his voice low and sultry. The same playfulness hung around in his tone, no matter how serious the statement was.

Street lamps continued to be an orange blur outside the windows. Yet I felt like the car was going faster, the buildings further apart now.
My stomach twisted, I felt my sight blurring with my own tears.

I pulled myself up, straightening my back. I tried to see where we were going. I quietly glanced around, making out the man's features. Only to see a black fabric. His face covered with a balaclava to conceal his identity.

What does he want with me.
"Who- are you!" I cried.

The man's eyes flickered over to me again, the sight of my tears rolling down my cheeks and the panic in my face didn't phase him at all.

He kept his gaze on me for a few seconds more, before his eyes moved back to the road.

But I just swallowed. His eyes. They were nothing like anything I have ever seen before. One hazel brown, the other one blue, so blue I couldn't fathom it. Intense, intimidating and almost scary.

"I'm your driver. Isn't it obvious?"

I sob. "What do you want from me. Why are you doing this to me?!"

"What do I want?" The man was silent for a few seconds thinking. Before he spoke again, his voice serious. "Well that's a broad question. That could mean a lot of things. I want something from everybody."