With such a sweet name, he had a not-so-sweet personality to clash with it.
A knife pressed firmly against my neck was the perfect excuse to have a mental breakdown. Tears trickle down like a turned faucet while they settled into the cracks in my lips, making them sting.
"Stop crying" The male was stern as the knife's blade pressed further into my skin.
"The boss hates when you cry" The simple statement had my heart go into overdrive to pump the immediate confusion around through my veins and into my cloudy mind. Someone's been watching me?
"That's right sweetheart" The male chuckled before dragging my stubborn figure in a headlock to the van just across the street. He treated my body like a rag-doll as I was thrown into the back of the van roughly, my shoulder forced into the metal flooring, making a hiss escape my lips.
Why didn't i call my boyfriend to pick me up? Why did I feel the need to prove myself to everyone around me? I'm not weak and I'm not normally stupid. My vision was clouded with the desire of being able to protect myself, but I couldn't and now I'm going to pay with my life.
The kidnapper wasted no time in zooming away, speeding most likely. The van smelt damp and mold grew in every crevice. I could feel my throat contract and tighten, allowing me only to gulp small amounts of air yet linger on the edge of unconsioussness. How dare my anxiety play up now?
The screeching of tires was in a constant trend, around every corner my body was hauled into the right side of the van, leaving my back aching from the extreme smack.
My eyes began to fall slightly, my vision becoming blurry as my head banged against the bottom of the van. I'm going to die, aren't I?
"Don't worry darlin', you'll be in your lover's arms soon" The kidnapper promised. Is he talking about my boyfriend? Probably not.
