You freeze in fear, as your eyes begin to focus on what's going on in front of you. A man is holding a gun to your head as you stare him down, with your phone in hand, nine one one typed in and ready to dial. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. What the fuck. What. The. Fuck. What do I do, if I hit dial he will definitely shoot me, what is this? Who is he? What's going on? What do I do? His eyes are hooded, bright silver shining in the light from the overhead car lights. His hair was a silky black and he wore a black turtleneck with a bullet proof vest over it and a gray trench coat over that. Your fear is overwhelming and all you can think to do is cry, but you try to hold back tears. "Don't say a word. Don't dial that phone, you insolent brat. Or I will empty this fucking clip in your skull." his voice is a low growl and you feel your tears welling up. Why didn't you just go to your friends place instead of driving around like a fucking idiot? Why did you need to stop for food? * * This is slow in the beginning to set the stage but once we start going, oh baby, you know it's going. 18+ Story Guys: NSFW, Kinks, and Explicit language/actions. Just a warning! :) I hope you enjoy, leave your thoughts! - emk