Kaida
“Who are you?” I managed to ask, my voice shaking as I looked into the cold, unsettling eyes of the stranger sitting in my back seat. I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my knuckles turning white. “What do you want with me?”
The man leaned back, smiling in a way that sent a chill down my spine. “Ah, don’t be so tense, Kaida. You’ll give yourself wrinkles.” He laughed then, a harsh, grating sound that echoed through the car. “But I suppose you can’t relax. Not in a situation like this, hmm?”
I couldn’t help it—my pulse was racing, fear twisting in my chest. How could I relax when a man like this, a complete stranger, had just invited himself into my car? But I stayed silent, my mind racing as I tried to think of a way out.
He sighed, leaning forward again, resting his elbows on
