We Got Trouble Right Here In California

I was frozen. I knew that I should probably do something but all capability of movement had escaped me.
“Get out of the car.” The man said.
I didn’t move at all.
Get out of the car!“He snapped.
I jumped and opened the door, evidently I wasn’t fast enough because he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me out.
“I don’t have anything!” I cried.”Please, just leave me alone!”

He looked around the inside of the vehicle,apparently not interested in the vehicle itself. He nodded as if satisfied by something. “You’re right, you have nothing of interest.” Then he studied me. “Aren’t you a pretty little thing.”

I tried to struggle out of his grip but he just yanked my hair back and put his knife to my throat. “Oh no you don’t. We can’t have a pretty thing like you running away now, can we?”

“What do you want from me?”I panted,I could feel the blade pressing into my throat.

“I’m sure you can guess.”He said,his voice colder than the rain.

Oh please God, Help me. I prayed.Then I heard the engine.

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