Kidnapped

Chapter Three

"Shall we go then?" He asked me. I was so stiff as if something was going to happen. "Yeah.. Sure." I said. He put the car in drive and he pulled out of the parking lot. "Do you know where I live?" I asked him. There was a few minutes of silence. "I don't need to know where you live because you live with me now." He said. What? That wasn't true, I lived with my parents, was he kidnapping me? "Excuse me, could you repeat that again, I don't think I heard you right!" I said to him. Mr. Wilson pulled over the car to the side of the road. "I see we're gonna have to do this the hard way." He said to me. He got out of the car,  and opened up the trunk. "Get out!" He yelled to me. I got out of the car and went to the back where he was. He grabbed me firmly on the arms and pulled me closer to him and then he turned me around to face the back of the car.  I feel him wrap a piece of cloth over my eyes. I couldn't see anything. Then he tied my hands around my back. "I'm sorry Wayne, I had to do this for your safety." He told me. I don't know exactly what he was doing, but I think he was putting me in the trunk of his car, but I could be wrong. The last thing he did was put duct tape over my mouth so I couldn't scream, as if. I couldn't see anything. He was driving for an awful long time, from what I could estimate, I think he lived out of the district. The vehicle finally stopped and he got out. Did he forget about me? Oh my gosh im gonna die in here aren't I? Mr. Wilson finally unlocked the trunk of his car and forcefully pulled me out. He started walking me to his house, I guess it was his house. When we entered, he took my blindfold off. I could see again, his house was pretty dank to be honest. "Now I'm going to take the tape off, if you scream I will kill you, understand?" He tells me. All I did was nod my head at him. I just might purposely scream just so he can hit me. I better not though because what of he has neighbors? He took the tape off my mouth but he still left my arms tied. "Why didn't you untie my arms?" I asked in worried curiosity. He chuckled at me. "Because Wayne, I don't need you run away." He told me, he disappeared into the kitchen for a minute while I was tied to a chair. Then I heard footsteps from upstairs.