This wasn't supposed to happen

Chapter Two

After a while of driving in complete silence, I decided to talk, "So mystery kidnapper, do you have a name? or should I just call you Mr Kidnapper?" I have been wondering his name for quite a while now.

"Kyle."

"Huh," I had gotten to lost in my own thoughts to have heard what he said.

"My name, it's Kyle."

"Oh I see."

"This is awkward... but what's yours?"

"My what?"

"Your name retard."

"Oh it's Angela."

"What a beautiful name, I wonder does it come with a face to match?" he didn't give me any time to respond, he reached out and gently grabbed my chin he pulled me up to look at him. Once again I was lost in his eyes, but again I was torn from them as I felt the van veer to the right. I screamed and reached out for the first thing I could for comfort. that just happens to be his arm.

"What the heck is your problem woman?" he yelled.

"What oh n-n-nothing."

"Ok then can you let go of my arm, your starting to leave a bruise." I quickly retracted my hand and rested it in my lap.

"So where are you taking me? Why did you take me? And why me in particular?" I stammered out in one big breath

"Well first I'm not telling you, second because I needed to chose a girl fast, and third cause you look great from behind with that sexy little ass twitch you do when your deep in thought." I blush at the thought of him staring at my butt.

"Wait why did you 'need to chose a girl fast'?" I questioned my blush replaced with a questioning look.

" Well that's a little hard to explain."

"I like listening."

"Ok well you see my boss is a big guy in his ummm line of work... but he is running out of well women."

"Women for what?" I urged him to continue.

"For him..."

"For him? what does tha-..." I stopped min sentence as I realized what he meant, "NO NO NO, LET ME GO PLEASE!!!" I was screaming and kicking and trying to pry open the door, I was crying frantically trying to get him to release me.

"Calm down, please I had no choice! Do you think I wanna run around kidnapping innocent girls!" he pulled over the van, I just pulled my knees up to my chest and cried softly. "Please stop crying, I hate it when they cry."

"They! so you mean you have done this many many times!"

"Stop judging me!"

"Make me." I mumbled under my breath. next thing I knew he was ripping on my hair!

"What did u say to me you little slut, you want me to make you!"

I glared at him, "yes" I said sternly.

"Finally, I have wanted to do this for a long time, but none of them ever give me a reason to." he smirked evilly at me, and suddenly I regretted everything I said. He stood up, well as much as he could in the short van, he dragged me to the empty back area by my hair and tossed me on the ground. when I finally got up the guts to look up at him, I realized what he was gunna do...