Revealed

85. Sharon Pierce

Tears stream down my face. I'm being held at gunpoint and basically kidnapped. I'm so scared and my body shivers.

"Yo, Drave, you sure I can't just have one taste? Boss will never know," says the guy holding the gun at my neck from the back seat to the driver. "Okay, let Boss find out you raped fresh blood."

My heart jumps at his words. "Fresh blood?" I whisper to myself. The guy in the back knocks my chin with the gun. "I don't believe we asked you to speak, Sweetface." Another tear falls from my face as I bite my bottom lips to shut myself up.

They're driving the car out of town, away from Solane. I ask myself why I did this. Why did I decided to look for some girl who might not even actually be related to me at all? Then as Jeremy's phone lites up in the front drink compartment, Jeremy comes to my mind.

He is definitely going to kill me. He probably has this crazy idea that I stole his car for some money or something. The driver doesn't hesitate to grab Jeremy's phone and throw it out the window where it lands on the road and cracks.

The man in the back knocks my chin again.

"Where's your phone, doll?" I refuse to answer. He lifts the gun to my head and positions his fingers at the trigger. "Bad idea, Sweetface. Speak when you are spoken too."

I can barely get out the words. "I don't have it."
He smiles and reaches his free hand through a space between the seat to feel me down. He already found the phone in my back right pocket and yet he still feels all around my thighs and further up. I get so uncomfortable and continue to squirm until I scream, "Get off me you pervert!" He stops touching me for a second as he laughs. Then, he moves his hand over the seat and grabs my boob before slapping it. "I swear to god I'm going to get you arrested for harassment."

He laughs again and pushes the gun onto my ear. It feels cold and deadly.

"Drave? How many times have we heard that?"

"Do I look like a fucking calculator you? I don't keep track."

"Listen, Sweetface, as long as you're with us, you do as we say. If I say give me your phone," He reaches into my pocket and vigorously slides my phone out, "You give me your fucking phone."

I avoid eye contact with him and peer into the mirror above me where I notice my car speeding behind us in the distance. I tell myself not to react. There's still hope for me.

"If I say don't move," he gropes my right arm and locks it in a handcuff on the neck of the passenger seat, "You dare not flinch." I fidget. He still isn't done with his demonstration as he pulls the handle on the side of my seat to drop it. I'm now laying on my back handcuffed to the seat. I squirm still. I know exactly what he's planning to do to me.

"If I tell you to submit to me, then that's exactly what you do." He begins to get closer to my lips. He smells of weed and drugs, but as soon as he gets close enough, I spit in his face. He jolts away from me and quickly aims the gun at my forehead. "All it takes is to pull this trigger, and you'll be out a less than a second."

Fearlessly, still with tears in my eyes, I reply, "Go ahead, kill me. But, why the hesitation? Maybe because your boss wants me alive? Kill me, and get yourself killed."

The driver reaches over my legs to the other side of my seat and pulls the lever to face it upright again. "I like her. She's definitely a great addition."

"Whatever," The guy in the back puts his gun down, but leaves me cuffed to the seat. Looking in the mirror again, Jeremy gets closer. Thank God.