The Taker

As soon as they were out of sight he pressed the gun to her back again , moved his hand, and told her to keep walking and not make a scene. They walked until they reached an old beat up pickup truck. He opened the car door and pushed her inside, then ran around and hopped in himself. He put the keys into the ignition and started the car. He pulled out of the parking lot. He drove with this smirk on his face which made her all the more terrified. It was like he won some type of trophy. Like he won some huge prize for what he got. He looked at me and his smile grew wider. The look in his eyes as he kept looking from the rode and back to her, was disturbing. She kept looking looking at the cars locked door and back to the man. When he finally stopped glancing at her. She took that as her chance. she quickly unlocked the door and jumped out. He stopped the car and ran after her. She quickly got up holding her side and limping. She started limping faster when she noticed him running after her. She didn't care about her injuries all she cared about was getting away from him. As she ran she tripped over a log that was in the way. She tried getting back up again, but the fall hurt her leg even more. She crawled as fast as she could grunting and crying. He finally caught up to her. "That wasn't nice."