i tried by best to get away.
hell, i even tried to kick his knee.
that didn't work out.
he just grimaced and tightened his grip on my neck. i kept thrashing but then he held the knife to my throat. "one wrong move and you'll be choking on your own blood" he splat, slowly removing his hand from my mouth.
i fought the urge to just run, but we both knew he was most likely faster then me.
the man grabbed both of my hands and held them behind my back. he tugged me along to a car, and put me in the back seat. i was surprised, for i thought he might have put me in the trunk.
"the doors are child locked" the man smirked, and found his seat in the drivers and locked all the doors along with the windows. "if you're thinking about breaking a window, its sure as hell will hurt more than what i'm going to do" he added.
i consciously buckled myself into the car. "phone" he said, holding out a hand and not looking back at me. i shuddered away from the hand. "phone" he repeated harshly, and i gave up my last way of communication.
i could scream, i could attack him, but in his hand held a knife. he knew what i was thinking. i wouldn't dare risk it.
