I slowly woke to the sound of deep voices talking.
"Your sure this is her?"
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure. Boss gave us a picture. Look."
Alright, well, if this isn't her, Boss is taking YOUR head."
The voices sounded the same as the ones from the parking lot...yesterday? Last night?
After the mysterious man clasped his large hand over my mouth, I, obviously, started to panic. He guided me to another car in the parking lot. I had to admit, it was a VERY nice car. It was sleek, fast looking, and black. All things that made a car perfect.
Anyways, he put me in the backseat and him and his buff buddy sat in the front.
After about 2 hours of freaking out, looking frantically out the window, wondering where they were going to take me to kill me, I had for some reason started to feel quite drowsy. I checked my phone, which they had strangely not taken from me yet, and saw it was only 3.
Jeez, I guess I didn't sleep too well last night.
After another hour, I could barely keep my eyes open.
"Uhm...H-How much f-farther are we g-going?" I stuttered, afraid they may beat me for speaking.
"Another couple hours. If you're hungry or need to go to the bathroom or anything, let us know." The guy in the passenger seat said, turning around. I guess my face gave away how tired I was because the he added, "As for sleeping, feel free. We'll wake you when we get there."
Well.
I nodded my head, afraid to speak again.
He turned back around and I looked back out the window.
Well, I guess I could catch up a little bit on some sleep. Just rest my eyes a bit.
But even just closing my eyes was enough for me to go right down.
I listened to the footsteps walk away and a door open and close. I guessed it was safe enough to open my eyes atleast then.
I opened one of my eyes and peered around the room.
It actually wasn't that bad. It was quite modern.
I was laying on a very soft, queen-size bed with the most amazing pillows I had ever laid my head on. There was a large plasma screen TV on the opposite wall facing the bed and underneath it was a dark wood dresser. On the right side of the dresser was a comfortable looking white couch and a glass coffee table in front with a laptop on it. On the left side of the dresser was a glass doorwall and a balcony with a fantastic view.
It was a view of the Golden Gate Bridge. It seemed I was up on top of a hill and I could see the whole cite beneath me. It was practically breathtaking.
Wait... I'M IN FRIKKIN SAN FRANCISCO?!
I bolted upright and grabbed the remote off the glass bedside table. I turned the TV on and, to be honest, I was suprised the remote even worked. I was more surprised when I saw there was all of the regular Comcast channels.
I guess someone must have heard the TV turn on because I heard the door open and the guy that was driving the car stepped in.
"Oh good, your up." He said in his deep voice. "Are you hungry?"
I was a little bit shocked he was being so hospitible.
"Uh, yeah...sure..."
"Great." He replied, smiling. He obviously wasn't aware of how strange this situation was. "I'll be right back with your breakfast. Oh, and uhm, if you need anything else, press button number 3 on the wall over there. I'm Mike." And with that, he closed the door.
