Mena Massoud Imagines

Imagine 3 - Taken (1)

After work you would always walk to your boyfriend's house and stay for a couple days, you weren't in any rush and never bothered or thought about having to be at his for a certain time. You are happy to be with this amazing person for nearly 2 years now who let you do what you gotta do.
A large car quickly pulled up on the side of the pavement that you were walking on.

"Get in!" You heard someone shout through their rolled down window, it startled the crap out of you everything happened so fast.

"What? No. What the fuck, fuck off!" You yelled back. But instantly regretted telling this person to fuck off which will only make the situation worse, you stood there in shock and watched this body open their car door aggressively walking round the front of the car and pulled the passenger door.

"You heard me. Get in." He sternly said. You couldn't think of anything else to do but run. You looked over your shoulder seeing a man coming closer and closer to you rapidly. You ran straight into a parked car making you fall back landing on your right side and hitting your right side of your head on to the road. Your eyes became heavy yet you still wanted to run but fell very weak and felt your body give up.

You woke up finding yourself to be in the front passenger seat feeling really dizzy. You looked around trying to process what's going on right now, you flicked your eyes over to the driver not recognising the driver what so ever, jumping out your seat grabbing the door handle but nothing happened.

"Relax Y/N. You can stop panicking now." The man softly said yet in a sarcastic tone. You nudged your body over up against the door.

"What's going on and why do you know my name?" You demanded.

"Do me a favour and chill out." He harshly announced.

"Chill out? I don't know where I am or who you are. You've technically stole me." You start to become more defensive the more you talk.

"No I didn't steal you. If anything I've done you a favour and you'll definitely thank me later."

"What makes you so sure?" You wonder.

"I'll explain the situation when we get there. For now I suggest you accept the fact that I'm not going to hurt you or do anything to harm you." Reassuring you, but hasn't once taken his eyes off of the road which in a way is a good thing.