She was Barbie

The ride

She was beautiful, the name Emma suited her, how her blonde hair drooped across her freshly powdered face. The curls getting stuck on her perfect cupids bow lips with bright 001 loreal lipstick. The strong wind from the driver and passenger side windows flipping the tousled curls infornt of her closed gray eyes as she lay in the seat, tranquillized.

The sound of the radio woke her, the gray eyes looking all around but not being able to move. She pondered why she couldn't feel anything, her clothes, her face, nothing. Realizing this might be the last chapter in the book about her life, she became too anxious she tried squirming and could only let out a shreik. He turned and stuck a needle in her arm. The last thing she heard was his deep gruffy voice saying. "Out like a light"

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Going all too fast in an unfamiliar car zooming past deep wooded trees. On a long winding dirt road she thought if she could just scream again that would be her first action. Would she really want another shot to knock her out though? Instead she tried to move her fingers, nothing, her head maybe... Still numb, she could only move her eyes. That's how he wanted her to stay.

She figured she could check out the sports car, or her driver. Maybe both. Looking down at her perfect manicured hands she found her hands to be tied. Guessing they were tight from the red rash sprawling across her wrists from underneath the rope. She didnt dare look at them any longer.

Looking at the dash the hula girl swayed vigorously to and fro, making her nauseous with the idea of flying down the road at such speed. She told her eyes to look away. No time on the scren only presets of the same radio station were shown. She thought how strange one person could be to only listen to one station.

Out of her peripheral vision her driver was an attractive tan teenage boy. It was impressive how flawless his skin was, his long mohogany brown hair with the slightest wave to it was seemless. Then the wind blowing through it only to show her his eyes, the crystal emerald green eyes of his were to die for. She thought for sure underneath his black t shirt there would be toned muscles.

What was she thinking. He stole her from the rager she was throwing on her parents yacht. How dare he be so freakishly handsome and steal her. She didnt even invite him. Then she was out again.