Victimized

Maybe the lack of people in the street was a sign. Or maybe I was just stupid enough to go out late at night just to buy fucking coke. Being as impulsive as I was, of course I couldn't wait until tomorrow.

What the hell was I thinking?

At first, when I parked my car, it felt as if there was someone watching me. But that was stupid, I was just being paranoid, like most of the time.

But as I got out of my car and started making my way towards the door of the store, the feeling didn't go away. I glanced around nervously, but I couldn't see a thing.

I tried to ignore it and kept walking. I didn't get that far. Just a few steps until I felt a big hand being placed on my hip and something sharp pressed against the back of my neck. I freeze instantly, my heart pounding hard in my chest.

"Don't you dare move, do you understand me?" It was a male's voice.

Being a naturally shy person, I never talked too much, and was used to nod whenever someone asked me a question. And I was in fact going to do so, but what if the person behind me didn't like that? After all, he said I couldn't move. I didn't want to find out what would happen if I did.

"Y-yes." I squeaked, my voice shaking.

"Give me your car keys."

What?

"Wh-"

"Give me the fucking car keys!" He yelled and I whimpered, my hand instantly going to my pocket, and saw another person in front of me, who took the keys from my shaky fingers.
I felt the man behind me remove what I guessed was some kind of knife from my neck.

"Turn around. Slowly." I did as I was told, and faced a tall man looking threateningly at me.

"We're gonna let you go," his voice sound even deeper now, more dangerous. "But you won't say anything. We'll know if you do, and trust me, we'll find you."

I swallowed hard and nodded slightly, hoping it wouldn't set them off.

"I promise I won't say anything. Um, can- can I go now?"

Both guys made eye contact with each other and nodded. I sighed and tried to stop shaking, when I realized that I didn't have a car anymore. I didn't even care about my shopping, I just wanted to get home safe.

I bit my lip nervously, trying to clear my mind, and looked at the men, who were still standing then, watching me intensely.

"Uh... Can I just get my cards and keys of my house from the car?" I asked quietly, hoping it wasn't a bad move.

One of them pulled something out of his pocket and I realized with widened eyes that it was a gun.

"Go ahead." One of them sighed, rolling his eyes.

The other man unlocked the car and I opened the door. But the problem was I was shaking too hard and accidentally leaned again the steeling wheel. And that was my luck. I had made the alarm ring through the parking lot, and my eyes watered and a sobbed escaped my throat when I saw what I had done. I was screwed, I just knew it.

"We told you to not do anything!" I heard the guy with the keys yelling at me, using the key to stop the loud noise, and I saw the man with the gun approach me.

"Please don't!" I cried out. I shut my eyes tightly as the man put the pistol to my head, and tears started running down my cheeks. "I'm sorry!"

I was convinced they were going to kill me, but I was surprised when I he took the gun away from my temple and gripped my forearm tightly, inflicting pain.

"You're coming with us," he smirked, than turned to the other one. "I bet Gerard will like him for a bit of fun."

"What?" I asked, my voice filled with fear.

"Would you rather coming with us or being dead?"

Oh.

"Fucking answer me." He hissed.

"I- going with you." I looked down at the ground.

"Good answer." He pulled me towards my own car, opening the back door and pushing me in. I cried quietly as they got in the car too, one of them in the back seat with me, taking off his shirt and wrapping it around my eyes.

To say I was fucking terrified would be an understatement. The only thing I got left was to wait and hope for the best.

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