The cup o’ noodles spills over my hand. “You’re spilling my dinner!” I shriek at him.
He doesn’t seem to care about the loss of my food, and just keeps yanking at my hand, forcing me to move faster.
My stomach drops and for the first time, I actually start to doubt myself.
How well do I really know this dude?
What if he drags me to the park and rapes me? Shit!
What if he’s a serial killer? Shit!
“Okay,” I say a little breathlessly. My heart is racing wildly as panic floods my veins. “You go on ahead to the bar and I’ll meet you there. I just want to go shower the day away.” My voice is pitching. Fuck, he can hear I’m scared.
“Hell no, babe. You’re not going anywhere,” he snaps.
He drags me across the street. I hear the squealing of car tires, and by the time my senses kick into action, it’s too late.
Arms grab me from behind and a piece of cloth is shoved over my mouth and nose.
Cold fear ripples over me as I start to realize that I’m in danger.
A horrified scream tears through my throat as I’m thrown onto a hard metal surface. I hear a door slam closed and an overwhelming sense of danger floods me.
I manage to yank my face away from the sickly smelling cloth. “Let me go!” I scream, while kicking and hitting at anything.
I try hard to push myself up with my arms, but I keep getting shoved back down.
“Go-Go-Go!” Steven yells. “We’ve got the package.”
Something slams hard against the side of my head and then there’s a sharp prick in my right arm. I try to yank away but it’s too late.
My whole world wobbles and spins.
CHAPTER TWO
Cara
The world blurs and at first, I think I’m still dreaming, and that I’m under water, but then I taste the sweetness on my tongue. I always taste the metallic taste of blood in my dreams and this is not it. This is sickly sweet.
My eyes feel heavy but I pry them open, squinting around me. It’s dark and whatever I’m on makes a hollow banging sound as I push myself into a sitting position. I wait for my eyes to adjust but they don’t. Shit! It’s really dark in here, as if I’ve been dropped into a pot of ink.
“Hello?” I whisper, because I’m too scared to say it out loud. There’s no answer, only the harsh echo of my own pathetically scared voice.
I get up slowly, carefully testing the ground beneath my feet, and again it makes the hollow banging sound. I must be standing on some sort of metal sheet ... I think.
My arms stretch out automatically, scared that I’ll bump into something. It’s as if my balance just up and left me, and fear sets in, throwing my senses totally off.
I’m too scared to move, but I know I can’t just stand here. My whole body starts to tremble as if it only caught on now that we’re in a huge amount of shit.
“Come on, Cara,” I try to talk some courage into my terrified mind. “Find a way out. You just need to find a way out. Stay calm and don’t lose it.”
I take small steps forward, my hands shaking terribly. When I walk into a solid wall, my breathing turns to rapid gasps of terror. “No! Shit, where am I?”
I feel my way along the wall, but find nothing but another wall, and then another … and another. The space is so small.
“Fuck! I’m so deep in shit. They’re gonna kill me. Oh, God. I’m dead! How did they find me? What did I do wrong?” Panic sets in, ceasing all common sense. I feel my way to a corner and I slide down until my butt hits the floor. I press back against the cold, hard surface until I’m practically one with it.
Dread makes the dark reach at me with clawing fingers. It makes time slow down and the air thin. The horror of my situation makes my insides quiver and my mouth dry.