Beauty within the beast

The Metallic smell of blood

I groan as I rub my pounding head. Did I fall asleep at the diner ? I look around and realize I'm not at the diner , I'm not at school, I'm not at home, and my worst nightmare has come true.

My lip starts to do that familiar shaking motion, as I look around, taking in the scene.

I'm laid down in the back seat of this expensive looking car. It's dark so I can only see his figure and the side of him due to the street lamps that illuminate the surroundings. A feeling of helplessness washes over me, realizing I have no clue what to do. Usually, I thought about these scenarios and planned what I would do, but now that this has happened, I'm stuck. I never thought this would actually happen to someone like me.

I cringe as I smell the chemical smell that was used on me. I don't dare move, I don't want him to know that i'm awake. Maybe I can escape, maybe there's still a glimpse of hope left, either way I'm going to fight and escape or die trying. Being pessimistic won't help me.

I don't even know this man's motive and frankly I don't want to find out.

I rack my brain for ideas, I've watched many movies so I must think of something. I look around to find out the doors on my side have no locks, no handle from the inside... It seems to be taken out.

So he planned this?

Fear once again takes place, my body is shaken with fear as tears threaten to pour out. But I will not show weakness, that's what they taught in movies. Then again , who would follow advice from a fake Hollywood produced scenario?

I hear the man humming , he seems so peaceful, who could of known that he holds evil intentions inside?

I guess that's why they say never to judge a book by its cover.

I look on the floor to see if there's anything laying around, but to my dismay, nothing. He definitely planned this. If this guy was a sloppy, unprofessional criminal, then there would be things I could use. I'm not dealing with a petty, poor desperate criminal, this is something different. I can't quite put my finger on it..

As if he senses I'm awake , he turns around, causing me to clamp my eyes shut.

I hear him chuckle "I know you're awake." he speaks with a Russian accent. So he's.. Russian? I guess I was so stricken with fear to realize he spoke Russian.

I continue to pretend sleeping and ignore him.

I hear him sigh "You are going to have to cooperate if you want to live." He warns once more, threat laced in his deep Russian accented voice.

I'm still shaking , the threat of crying is still here. I feel sick... The feeling in my stomach is overwhelming. He will probably kill me if I puke in his car.. And that even freaks me out more. Psychopaths seem to freak out on any little thing , So I decide it's best to hold the putrid vomit in.

After minutes of mental begging, I Not being able to hold the contents of my stomach in, speak up.

" I-I'm going to puke!" I manage to choke out,hoping that if I did indeed vomit, that he would have some understanding. But, then again, how can a guy who shoves a girl into his car be understanding?

What will my parents and sister do? Will they look for me? Will they find me? How will my sister viper take this?... She would be broken.

I then do what I lectured myself not to do. I break into sobs, my whole body shakes and I no longer care if he gets angry and kills me on the spot. It seems as if my breakdown has erased the need to vomit. My vision is blurred from the constant water fall as I curl up into a ball and face towards the seat. It's not easy to contain feelings of panic.