My whole body was in auto mode while driving towards my home.
I know I can just trick them, but after almost half an hour of driving they notice what I am planning, so they place a gun right beside my temple. With just one wrong move, a trigger will end everything.
“What’s wrong with your voice?” a man from the back asked. He’s bald and has tattoos all over his arms and neck. He placed his hand on my seat, looking at me from the side.
I didn’t speak but all of their eyes were on me, waiting for me to answer them. I inhaled through the face mask, silently praying that someone was out there.
I wanted to cry but I couldn’t even shed a tear. All I know is that I am too scared to even mutter a word.
“We’re asking you!”
I flinched when the guy beside me screamed, losing his patience.
