The Roadtrip

three

"Is everything okay in there?" A voice hollered. I watched the man who kidnapped me walk over to the door. His legs seemed to stretch on forever, he had to be six one or above. Reaching behind himself he put his gun in the waist band of his jeans. "Everything's fine," He said peeping through the peep hole. "Are you sure? I thought I heard a scream," The voice said. It was a women, an older women. I could tell from the groggily voice she projected.

"I was fucking my girlfriend, she gets a bit loud," He said. "...Okay, I'd feel better if she said something," The women uttered very skeptically. He turned to look at me, before he could reach for his gun to threaten me I opened my mouth. "I'm okay, just some-sex," I stuttered out, a tremble in my voice as I said the last word. She was silent for a moment. "Alright, well you folks have a good night," She said. My kidnapper took another puff of his blunt and sat back down on the chair. He pulled me closer to him by calves. My ankles had also been bound my duck tape, he pulled a knives from his pocket and cut them loose. We were very close, too close in my opinion. His hair dangled in my eyes as he pealed the duck tape off. He then looked up and locked eyes with me. "Did you wanna take a hit?" He asked. "Im fine," I uttered weakly, almost inaudible. "Are you hungry?" He asked. "Cause I have a bag-"Why am I here?" I cut him off.

He smirked. "I thought I told you, I like pretty things," He said. "There are millions of pretty girls you can have, go find another one. Just please let me go," I said. "Fine, I wasn't planning on taking you but when I held you at gunpoint in the diner and that old man hesitated to shoot something became very clear to me. I needed a hostage," He said. "Someone to use as a shield against the police or any kind of law enforcement, if a hostage is involved they'll always hesitate before they shoot," He said taking a puff. My breath hitched, I was his human shield. He blew smoke into my face, inches away and his his eyes fluttered shut. Taking a whiff his chest rumbled, "You smell so fucking good, Maria," He said lowly. I shuddered from the drop in bass that came from his voice. "I wanna know what you taste like Maria, is it as good as you look?" He asked. From the way he liked his lips I could tell he was serious. His eyes clouded with darkness, as if he was picturing something dirty.

"I thought you said you weren't gonna touch me?" I questioned. "I won't touch you unless you want me too, I didn't say anything about controlling what I say," He said lowly, as if his most recent thoughts had completely invaded his mind. "I need to use the bathroom," I said ignoring his lustful gaze. "Go ahead," He said leaning back in the chair. "My hands?" I said. He chuckled, showcasing a pretty white smile. "No sweetheart, your not gonna escape that easy," He said. "But how am I supposed to use the bathroom without my hands?" I asked. "Figure it out, if not let me know, Im sure I could help out," He said winking.

I rolled my eyes. I can't believe I got kidnapped by a jackass.