Chapter 3: Chapter 3: Car Ride
GioYanna's Pov:
I was jolted awake by my body slamming into the side of what looked like the trunk of a hella nice car. I tried to sit up but my hands were tied.
Holy shit.
My instincts told me to start moving around and try to get out, but I stayed calm. I looked around the trunk and saw conveniently a custom made case of knives that was designed into the trunk. And oh fuck is that a gun.
I started freaking out when I heard the laughter of 3 or 4 males. My head was on fire, as my situation came into clearer light. Something weighed down my head and my mouth was taped. My wrists were raw, I looked down to see cuffs.
Oh God. Oh God. Ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod. What the holy fucking shit is gonna happen to me.
I looked over to my right and saw a...
What the fuck is that. A fucking body bag oh my fuck.
Ignoring the urge to scream, I moved as quietly as I could, the chain jangled and I quickly went into a fake sleep. I could feel 2 pair of eyes on me. I tried not to move. I had an itch. Ugh always when I needed to be still.
Don't itch, don't itch.
The eyes went back to other things and I inched closer to the knives. I bent my legs, my ass upwards. My chin was on the floor of the car and my large breasts were painfully pressed against the ground as well.
The car hit a bump & a knife came out of place. Luckily it didn't hit my chains. I rolled over clutching it in my hands. The switch blade opened cutting my fingers. I winced through gritted teeth. But I went to work, quietly sawing at the ropes on my legs and arms.
God how paranoid does a person have to be to put ropes and chains on one little girl. Well I guess they are kidnapping me.
It was a struggle, but soon my legs were free. I pealed the tape from my lips. Thank God these idiots now had the radio going.
I lunged for the gun. I tried to remember the game I loved playing at my friends. Call of Duty: Black Ops 2 & 4. I aimed it at the boy with blonde hair.
"PULL THE FUCKING CAR OVER AND LET ME THE HELL OUT!" I screeched as loud as I could.
My shout was immediately met with the car breaking hard. It threw me back but I pushed myself up, ignoring the throbbing of my raw wrists. I resumed my aim.
"I will blow his fucking brains out! Let me out."
"You have got to be fucking kidding me!"the driver struck the steering wheel. "Tyler you left a fucking gun in the back with here!"he whipped around.
I was taken aback. It was the gorgeous guy who ordered food and followed the creep outside. Only now he looked high and angry. His eyes were cold.
"She's bluffing right.."The blonde's voice cracked.
"My baby doesn't bluff."the driver's cold eyes softened and his lips formed a smirk.
Tf did he just call me? Whatever. I am bluffing, but.. it's self defense right? These men are kidnapping me. Right? Whatever I have to do to make them believe me.
I pulled back what I remember my friend calling the hammer. "Let. Me. The. FUCK. Out."I said firmly, my resolve to escape have me courage.
"God I love you.."the driver stared at me with a look I'd never seen before. His smirk melted into a soft smile.
My face shriveled up into disgust. "OUT!"I raised the gun to the roof of the car and let one bullet from the chamber.
No one moved.
"Let's let her have fun."the driver said.
The 3 guys got out. I hopped over the seats and jumped into the driver's side. I quickly sped off. I'd worry about the cuffs later.
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Cullen's PoV:
I watched the love of my life speed off in my car.
"Why would you let that bitch go!"Tyler yelled.
I whipped around and punched him.
"Who?"
"(Y/N).."he replied sheepishly, rubbing his jaw.
I reached into the pocket of my gray sweat pants and pulled out my phone.
"Calling Ryan?" Kollin asked.
I nodded, "I'd like to report a stolen vehicle..."
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