His head was spinning. He felt drowsy, lightheaded and sick. His eyes were covered by something, feeling like a large cloth. What he could hear tho, was driving. He heard the tires on the road, he could feel like slight turns the car was making. But his question was. Where the fuck was he going? He smelt a faint smell of old-spice cologne and heard light old 80's music playing. He didn't know what was going on, or why he was here. He couldn't remember anything. All he rememberes was going to the bar and getting a drink with his friend. But now, he was in the backseat of someone's car, tied up, with his eyes covered.

"Are you awake back there?" A deep and ominous male voice was heard, coming from the front seat. "You've been asleep for quite awhile." The man said, his hand moving to a cigarette and a lighter. The mysterious man picks up the lighter and cigarette, lights the cigarette then rolls the window down just a little bit.

The man in the back seat heard the window roll down and the driver talking while lighting a cigarette. He didn't know if he should say something, or continue being silent. He didn't knwow why this guy was doing this to him. Maybe he should ask to get some information or he should stay silent since he might anger the man driving him. The way the driver was talking casually, made it seem like he had done this before. The man in the backseat decided to stay silent and just feel the cars movements.

The driver glanced back for a brief moment. Looking at the captured man in the back seat. He turns his head back to the road, an eerie smile growing on his face. "Fine. Don't talk." He muttered under his breath while he continued driving. The driver began to whistle, a low and eerie tone that sounded like an old wholesome lullaby. The man in the back seat, Aaron, tensed up just a little bit. He felt shivers trail down his spine while he laid there silently. He didn't know what to do. He was scared, terrified and didn't know how he was going to get out of this. He felt like he was going to die.

About what felt like hours. The car finally comes to a stop. The druver steps out of the car and walks to the back passenger side of the car and opens the doors the man looked down at Aaron, staring at him for some seconds, before speaking. "I know you're awake Aaron." He said before picking Aaron up and throwing him over his shoulder.

Aaron grunted a little bit when he was lifted and placed onto the Stanger's shoulder. "Why are you doing this..?" Arron muttered. "Why.." he whined a little.

The Stranger chuckled as he walked up to an abandoned house. He went inside, going into the living room then tossed Aaron onto the ground. Aaron groaned heavily when he landed on the floor, his breathing began to fasen hearing footsteps coming closer to him. The cloth over his eyes was ripped off , now behing able to see. Aaron's eyes landed on the man instantly, their eyes locking onto each other. Aaron looked terrified, while the Stanger had a deadpan stare.

"Aaron Wilsh." The stranger said as he moved away then pulled up a chair ans sat down in it. The man had a gun at his waist, and a knife on the other side. "You have a lot to explain."