It is very dark, I've been in this car for almost five hours now, or that's what it seems like. My eyes sting from the lack of sleep , my head pounds from the cut, my stomach is in tight twisting knots. I don't know how long i've felt like this.
Throughout the entire car ride, i've been dosing on and off and keep waking up randomly with the same thoughts and regrets floating in my mind. I am now once more, awake and petrified to find this isn't a dream.
I want to continue crying and just lose all my sanity, but a part of me holds back from doing so. I can't afford another episode like earlier.
My eyes find the orange bright street lamps that illuminate the highway in a quick blur, as he continues driving at a dangerous speed. He doesn't seem to care about the law, well of course he wouldn't, he broke just about five already.
I know I'm far away from home... I don't even recognize where I'm at. I seem to be on a dirt road of some sort. Everything feels so strange, the scenery, this car, the fact that this is reality.
After minutes pass by of agonizing thoughts and mental pep-talk, I encourage myself to take the opportunity and study the predator in the corner of my eye. I can't look directly at him,looking at him pains me.
He has black smooth glossy hair, which would resemble of a models hair. A strong jaw line, stubble , plump lips, and unlike grey eyes with specks of purple. Although he is handsome and looks unlikely of being a cruel person, I know beneath his innocent handsome facade he is a monster.
I can feel him radiating power and " predator" vibes.
I honestly do not know how to handle my own feelings right now. I look down at my pale , blood stained hands, they're still shaking from all this abruptness. My mind keeps repeating " Kidnapped."
I wish I was at home complaining about homework and watching rerun episodes of "The walking dead", chatting to parents about how school sucks. Unfortunately I can't be doing what I usually would be doing right now. Damn. I still can't believe this is happening.
It's hard for me to comprehend that I could die tonight, it's much easier to push those thoughts away.
My mind constantly wonders about my family. My mom and dad are too old to handle such.. Stress.
Their oldest child is gone, kidnapped , and probably has a slight chance of surviving. How will they handle this? How will my little sister feel losing her older sister? That's the thing, they can't handle this.
Thinking of this is just going to bring me to a break down. I have to push these thoughts away if I want to survive.
A sudden burst of courage courses through me, if I'm going to die, I might as well give it my very all to escape. I'll have a courageous death, such as maximus had in the movie, Gladiator.I always hoped when my time comes to die, that it will be a memorable death.
I turn in my seat abruptly , facing towards him, he hears me and his eyes quickly dart from the road to me. A look of curiosity flashes across his face, probably thinking about what my next move is. In fact, he doesn't seem to mind me being defiant and brave. He only seems amused, excluding the time when I tried escaping.
He opens his mouth to speak but I cut him off.
"Since I am the one that's kidnapped," I pause to lick my chapped lips "I ought to know why I am in this mess." The hatred and venom is evident in my voice. I don't think anyone would be stupid as me to question their captor.
He should know, if he thinks I'm not going to do anything and let him do whatever he wants without a fight, he's wrong.
He raises a neatly trimmed eyebrow at me, a smirk dancing on his lips. The kind of smirk that is cold and taunting, which sends chills down my spine. Now I'm instantly regretting my sudden bravery.
He seems to smirk this way a lot, I do not like it. It isn't the usual smirk you'd see a football player in the highschool halls give to an attractive girl, this isn't the type of smirk.
"Well darling, nice to know you're interested. I think I will tell you when we are at our destination." He replies, breaking into a sly daunting smile. He has an odd way of talking, not that his english is bad or anything, in fact, it seems to be perfected, the only difference is that you can hear his Russian accent shining through.
I bite my lip , several emotions coursing through as he speaks.
"Don't call me darling. A-and I'm not interested! If you're going to kill me then let me know already!" I try to come off as brave but fail as soon as i blurt out the first word. So much for courageous.
He looks at me for a second , the smile still evident "You're in my hands now, so I will call you whatever I please ,darling. Also, If I was going to kill you, I would of already killed you right in the streets." He informs with a smile. His eyes are pure coldness, the hatred and authority radiates from him like waves of heat.
"I am not yours. I will never be, you kidnapped me, so you stole me. I will die trying to get out of your claws , you sick, sadistic, bitch!" I spit viciously, venom coming out of each word.
He abruptly slams on the break, causing me to lurch forward, thankfully the seat belt pulls me back. I notice his hand reaching in his pocket, he pulls something out , it glimmers in the street lamp.
A knife
He extends his arm, pointing it towards me, my reaction is to back away instantly. My body trembling as I do so.
"Since you'll die trying, are you ready to die right now?" He questions harshly, his eyes glaring daggers.
He presses it lightly against my cheek, teasing me, if he presses any harder, it will break through my skin.
" N..no."I manage to murmur.
He smirks and retreats the knife "Good girl." He smugly bites out, putting the knife back in his pocket. He then slams on the gas pedal and we continue on the road. The way he acts is odd, it's like nothing even happened a second ago.
I return in my seat, my hands clasped and placed in my lap, I'm afraid If I even move he will snap.
My lip quivers as tears spill silently , I bite my lip to contain the sobs threatening to break free. I slump my head against the cold window, and let my eyes flutter shut. Thinking of my parents and sister. In this bitter situation, I think of something sweet.
Bittersweet
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Beauty within the beast
Mystery / Thriller"My blood runs cold as I come face to face, with this.. Man. His eyes so cold, his pose radiating dominance, his snide menacing smirk on display. He looks me over, studying me carefully, him the predator , I the prey. I was frozen, every bone decid...
