They don't exist?

- Dedicated to Rachel (:  

My eyes travelled along the bowl of candy in front of me, each individual piece represented a sign to get the heck out of this stranger’s home. Some pieces were long, wrapped in bubbly pink wrapping, and some were short stubby squares, turkish delight oozing inside of them. “Dig in” the man gestured towards the candy, I smiled and reached for a piece.

I was unaware of the man, who looked about thirty, watching me the entire time.

 

I had eaten about six pieces, and didn’t want anymore. I felt sick, and then guilt washed over me. I shouldn’t have eaten any candy, and I didn’t understand why I had fallen for this man’s trick, if it even was a trick. He had asked me to babysit his kids, and when I walked inside all I could see was a candy bowl and him sitting in front of it, telling me I could have some.

“Where are your kids?” I started, he tilted his head back and laughed. 

“You actually believed me, when I asked you to babysit my kids?” He smiled, standing up and reaching for a flip-side camera. “I thought your parents would of warned you, don’t do anything for a stranger.”

 

I swallowed nervously as he opened the camera, he was towering above me, pointing the camera on my face. “Don’t be nervous...” He cooed, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. “Please, have some more” he gestured yet again to the candy, I shuddered as I saw the familiar red glow on the camera, telling me that it was recording. 

 

“What...What’s going on?” I questioned although already knowing what was going to happen next. Tingles travelled from head to toe as I realised with growing certainity, that I would never be going home. “It’s okay... I’ll take good care of you” he said as he leaned in, his eyes glistening.

 

“Smile for the camera.”