The Hostage

Chapter 2

My heart drops. Whats going to happen? Instant paranoia kicks in. I turn around to see if he was talking to me. I laid my eyes upon a dark haired man. Probably late twenties. Blue eyes that stick out like a sore thumb, and a very muscular build. He was definitely a sight for sore eyes.

"Yes im talking to you. Come over here!" He shouted.

I hestitantly but slowly walked his way.

The moment i get to him I notice he has a weapon in his hand. I turn to walk away and he grabs me by my arm. Pulls me into the back seat of his banged up vehicle and jumps back into the drivers seat. I start screaming and kicking. He doesnt care. Whats going to happen to me? ive just been taken hostage by a handsome stranger.

Im wore out from all the kicking and screaming ive been doing. I can't kick or scream anymore. I start to look around the backseat for anything i can use against him. I see nothing besides ducttape and and inch of barbed wired. The backseat doors are both missing the handles, and the windows look to have some kind of glue in the creases. He built this up to where no one could escape.

An hour and a half of driving he pulls over onto a dirt road. He clears his throat. "Be quiet , I'm going to put this bag over your head. If you take if off at any point between now and when i say to take it off I will shoot you. Got it?" He said angrily. Talking to me through his rear-view mirror.

"Yes." i said shakily. I've never been so scared in my life. What is he going to do to me? Where are we going?

 He puts a burlap sack over my head. It smells like potatos and onions. I hate onions. He begins to drive again. This time he's driving cautiously through rocky dirt. I can hear big rocks banging on his fender, and the sound of dirt being squished beneath his tires. I begin to cry. Thinking of the worst.

Kyle and Brody are probably home now. They wont be worried about me until tonight . When i dont make it home from work.