Lola
I woke up in the back seat of a car, my hands attached to my head from the heavy pounding. My wrists were tied together and so were my ankles. I fully opened my eyes to see some random man driving at a slow pace. His face was very emotionless in the rear-view mirror and his hand was gripping the steering wheel a little too tightly.
“Why am I in here?” I asked quietly. He paid no attention. He kept his eyes on the empty road ahead. “WHY?!” I yelled.
“WILL YOU SHUT THE f**k UP?” He screamed, gripping the steering wheel tighter than before. “God, you dumb b***h! You just woke up and the first thing you do is talk”
“Well, what do you expect me to do when I’ve been kidn*pped?” I mumbled, rolling my eyes. “Who the hell are you and why are you k********g me?!”
“Shut …up.” His voice was
