Leave Your Mark

Chapter One: Warehouse

Chapter One: Warehouse

               

                The mysterious deep voice gave a various set of lefts and rights and straights, all the while the sharp knife biting into my neck. How did no one see what was happening?

                “That building there. Put in park and turn off the car.”

                I did as I was told without uttering a word.

                “Make any move to leave and you will regret it.” He pressed the point of the blade into my collarbone. I let out a small whimper.

                I felt his breath on my ear. “Hand over the keys.” I reluctantly handed them over, what else was I to do with a knife to my neck? “Don’t. Move.”

                He climbed over my center console and jumped out the passenger door.

                I watched this man walk away from me. He had short buzzed like hair that was a nice platinum color. His shoulders were very broad and his back was clearly chiseled. He wore worn out jeans and a red t-shirt. I glanced up at the building he was walking towards. It looked like some abandoned warehouse. Most of the windows were broken and others were boarded up.

                I wondered to myself why I was actually still sitting here. He had told me to but he was also now climbing through one of the windows.

                Now or Never.

                I hastily climbed out of the driver’s side door. I sprinted with all the power I had out towards the road. The access road was lined with trees but I knew if I kept going I would reach the main road and help.

                My sneakers beat against the loose gravel of the parking lot that was wet from melting snow.

                My skull throbbed as I was whipped back by the roots of my hair. I landed on my back with a thud. A dark figure was stood looking down at me with its fist still tangled in my hair.

                “Stupid girl,” the shadow said in a rough male voice. “Didn’t he tell you not to move?” He moved to the side to get a better look at me while I got a better look at him. He had long dark hair that brushed over his yellow eyes, boy did I wish I hadn’t looked.

                I whimpered a response.

                “Cat got your tongue?” He chuckled darkly. He then continue to pull me across the parking lot, dragging my body behind him like a trash bag.

                I screamed and pulled at his one hand with my two. I kicked and thrashed but all it did was make the gravel bite into my back even more, slicing it where my shirt had lifted slightly.