A hand was placed over my mouth.

I screamed, but his grip was too tight.

The sound didn’t come out.

I was thrown into the back of a rusty truck.

“Keep quiet,” He said placing a gun to my head as he got into the drivers seat.

His left hand was twisted around with the gun near my head, as his right was on the steering wheel.

Easily I could have grabbed the gun and used it against him since I wasn’t tied up.

Yet, I was scared.

He was the one driving, he could swiftly drive us into a wall.

It was to risky.

I was to scared to move, but from the angle I was at I could see his face.

Two brown eyes.

1 set of thin pink lips.

2 eyebrows.

Thin nose.

Light brown hair.

Very normal.

No scars, no obvious signs he’s a kidnapper.

Which made it all the worse.

He could have kidnapped anyone.

What if he’s a serial killer?

He would never be suspected, he looked to normal.

He also looked like he was good at covering his tracks.

No people were around when I’d been taken.

Just an old cafe with no cameras.

My breathing became ragged.

“Quiet!”

He yelled pointing the gun closer to my head.

God!

Why did he have to kidnap me?

I’m not special!

I’m an average 18 year old (guys male or female?)

See nothing special!

After driving for around an hour we arrived at a small wodden shack.

He hoped out of the car, and opened my door.

He yanked me out and slammed the door shut.

We walked over to the shed.

I was the size of an outhouse, but bigger,

Inside was an old rusty chair, a mattress, and a smalle caffe table.

“Sit!”

He pointed the gun at the chair.

Quickly I did what I was told.

He closed the door.

“Now is the only time I will allow you to talk.”

“If you want ransom than spark my brother. I don’t know you so I don’t think I did anything wrong. But if it was my sister than I’m really, really, sorry! Also are you homeless becuase if you are I can get you some where to live!”

My smile was small and didn’t reach my eyes but I hoped it worked.

I pushed myself forward on the chair awaiting for answer.

When he didn’t respond I asked two questions, “Are you going to kill me? What did I do?”

“I’m going to leave you here for thirty minutes to get supplies.” He took a sharp intake of breath while his eyes scanned my face. “If your gone, I will find you and I will make your death painful.”

He opened the door again.

“Wait! Please what are you going to do with me?”

“I’m lonely and I needed a friend.” He said softly.

“Really?”

“No, dumb***,” he walked toward me. “Your going to help me.”

“What does that mean.”

He leaned forward.

“I need help killing some people.”

He walked back to the door.

“Specifically the queen.”

He walked out without another word.

After thirty minutes the door opened.

He had come back with a notebook, markers, and a chocolate bar.

“What’s that for?”

I asked hoping he would realize I have no idea what any of this was for and that I was the wrong person.

“Didn’t I say that you could only talk earlier?”

All I did was stare at him.

“Planning,” he sighed, placing everything on the coffee table.

“To?”

“Didn’t we just go over this?” He sat down on the mattress, and stared at me.

When I didn’t respond he scoffed.

“To kill the queen!”

“Ohhh,” was all I managed to say. “Not me?”

“No. I just needed help with everything.”

“So I was kidnapped to help plan a murder?”

“Technically yes.”

“You know when you said you were lonely,” I said turning to look at the small table. “I kinda believed you.”

“Well maybe I am!”

He stood abruptly, making me look back at him.

He was attractive.

No!

I’m not gonna get stockholm syndrome!

But he was hot.

I could tell now he was a bit taller than me and had some muscle.

“I’ve never met anyone like you before!” I exclaimed weakly, looking down at the floor.

“You should be greatful for that.”