The taxi driver didn't speak. It was like he was in on something, and he wasn't about to tell me what it was. He takes a weird turn to the airport I don't recognize.
"Sir, the airport is that way.." I point out politely.
The man doesn't reply. I tell him again, but he keeps driving.
"You know, I can walk could you stop right there-"I try to hurry out of the car, but he pulls me back inside and locks me in the back.
"SIR! THIS IS MY STOP ! LET ME OUT!" I yell.
The man yells in a foreign language I don't understand, could've been Arab. He pulls up to a curb and jumps out of the car. He comes around to the back and is acting seductively.
"Thank You so much I'll get going." I say as I stumble our of the car, giving him $20.
As I'm walking away, all the cars seemed to have disappeared , I felt dizzy, and I felt a prickle in my arm. I was being drugged.
If you don't know how that feels, let me explain. First, it's the needle. It's sharp, pointy, and dangerous. I'll be honest, I liked the pain. Then, it's a numbing sensation you feel right before you get dizzy, and collapse. The ones I was being given had to be hardcore, because I collapsed face first onto the concrete, and blacked out. That was the last time I saw sunlight for a very, very long time.
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Jane
HorrorCongratulations, Jane. You've been picked as the grand prize for a very lucky man. I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself, have fun.
