"H-o-l-y crap, can't wait for this day to be over." I muttered to myself as I sped down the road. I had my music station cranked up and was in the processes of baby wiping my hands clean. The citrus smell filled the car as I slowed and came to a stop sign. After looking both ways, I hit the gas to launch myself home. I hit the gas again. And once more. I tried again, only my car coughed in response. I frowned.

I glanced at my fuel gage only to see it was nowhere near empty. My car was still running but nothing worked. I tried even going in reverse. Nothing. It was late, beyond late for me. It was ten O'clock late and I was stuck in the middle of a back road with no motor. This is how people end up murdered. My butt is going to end up on the news channel with a crappy photo of myself to be flashed to the public. My moment of fame will be my funeral announcement and autopsy report delivered by a stoned face news anchor.

I gripped by steering wheel hard and ringed it as I contemplated on what I should do. I perked up when I remembered my cell phone. Though I tensed once I realized my hand was not feeling my help aid form my pocket. The panic was setting in. I found myself now frantically searching for my phone. Cup holders, under the seat, glove box, the trunk? Nope, I refuse.

"If only I was eighty I could have had Life Alert." I sighed as I rested my head on the steering wheel. My headlights still shined bright as I lifted my distress face. Down the paved road was a furry possum waddling across. It stopped lifted its front paw and let out a hiss in my direction. Its teeth were exposed and eyes beamed with anger as it glared at me. I raised my finger and locked my doors.

"This is why people want to exterminate you." I said. I was an animal lover to an extent that was for sure. I was on the verge of considering leaving my vehicle when a sound caught my attention. A jingle. My phone's ring tone vibrated to my left. Startled I spun my head around to an empty window. My fingers were pulsing with anxiety. Fear rushed over me in a damp sweat. I was sure my stomach was going to twist into a tangled knot when I a click from my car door's locks made my organs freeze.

"Wow, do you look like shit."

Someone's in my car…SOMEONE- IS- IN- MY -CAR!

I turned my head to face my insulting car intruder.

"What's with that constipated expression?" My attacker spoke with a deep humored voice. His charcoal colored bangs hung over his grey illuminated eyes. A slight grim smirk was plastered on his lips. I was too stunned to even comprehend his comment. In fact, I was pretty sure my poop face was growing more intense as I struggled to understand everything that just happened.

"Wha-wha-?" I questioned in a hush tone. I was scared beyond my wits. I could feel my body starting to grow cold from the terror leaking through my veins.

"You speak English brat?" The man asked with a snort. He obviously had never been in my situation before. How are you supposed to speak when you are so nervous? Heck, I was doing well not to vomit all over him. Smooth communication was the last thing I was concerned with.

"Wha-" I swallowed, "what do you want? If-If its money you can have it. If you want the car take it. I-I won't fight you." I quivered as I spoke. I held up my hands defensively letting him know I meant no harm.

"Oh please, I don't want your pathetic ten dollars or you're broken down granny car. If I were going to rob someone I would have done so with a little more thought and better pickings. " He leaned back in the seat. Ouch, granny-really? . He was so chill. Must be a wanted serial killer…

"Then-what do you want-?" I was rudely cut off.

"You're going to work for me." He said nonchalantly as he glanced at my phone. The screen still lit up on his hardened ashen face. Oh god.

"Work for you? You mean like?"

"Think of it as forced labor." He looked at me with un raised eyebrows. "Drive."

"Labor? U mean like a slave!?" I nearly shrieked with a horrified face. My predator just frowned. Oh god. Oh god! I'm going to be a sex slave shipped to Europe, never to be seen again! I won't even have a moment of fame on the News because my butt is going to disappear, be shoved in cargo, and forced to wear that grungy attire. I can't wear those strip clothes they ride up your ass!

I reached my hand down to the side of my car's door. I held my breath as I gripped my weapon. "Get out of the car. I have a pistol and I'm going to blow your bowel cut head off." I tried to sound strong but I must not have been persuasive because I just got narrowed eyes in return.

"Are all mortals of this generation as dumb as you? Humanity is doomed if that's true." He leaned close to my face. Daggers flashed in his eyes. "Get your hands on the steering wheel, brat. Drive. And I might spare you a little longer."

My heart pounded.

Just then I will forever regret the next decision I made. I lifted my hand from the door with my weapon in hand. Without much thought, the impulsion of stupidity got the best of me, and I took my umbrella and tried to whack the stalker upside the head. Like I said, tried. The man easily dodged it and a low growl escaped his throat.

I was fucking out the door and running down the street like a mad woman. Lets just say I never knew I could book it so fast in my life. I had a spark of hope that maybe I could escape this. I really believed…I thought….I….that ended. Suddenly, I felt a heavy amount of weight collide with the back of my body. I lost my footing and ended up face planting it into the roadside weeds and bushes. Spitting out bitter leaves, I barely had time to get my chin off the dirt terrain before I was flipped over and pinned down.

"No! Ah-NO! He-HELP!" I screamed at the top of my burning lungs. I started kicking and thrashing, I squirmed like a fish without water.

"Oi, brat. Just shut up. Would u-just-just be quiet." My capture shushed me as he struggled to keep me down. His hands kept tightening around my wrists as I still continued to fight.

"Get off! Let me go!" I spat in his face.

"Shut up." He leaned down close to my body. His chest hovered above my beating heart. I could feel his warm breath on this cool night heating my skin. Some strands of his hair brushed my nose, making it tickle.

"You sick'o pervert! Get-" I felt his hand clamp around my mouth. My cries were muffled as he continued to stay over me.
"Shhh." He was stern and for a moment I did hesitate. What was he concerned about?

Loud footsteps and mumbled voices could be heard in the distance. My eyes grew wide. Saviors! Hero's! They were here to rescue me! I pictured my knights in shinny armor riding those white horses, galloping to my aid. With more action than thought I managed to get my knees under the man's stomach and shove him off. I was rather impressed with my strength and even gave myself a mental pat for following through. Staggering to my feet I was about to leap out of the bushes when a pair of toned arms snaked around my stomach and chest forcing me back.

"Tch. God your fucking stubborn." The man roughly spoke in my ear. His chest was supporting me as I kept bouncing around trying to break free. Which to my dismay only made his hold deepen. "I'm going to kill you right now if you don't stop. " His mood darkened as he unfolded the sickening words. I gulped.

"Hey Owen you smell that?" One of my potential heroes chimed in from down the road. I tried to scream but, being the hostage I was, my face was smashed against my predator's chest allowing nothing except mumbles to escape. Wow he smells fresh. Is that a hint of bleach?

My nose wrinkled. That stuff was strong. My lips rubbed against his shit as I tried desperately to voice my concern. Basically, it ended up sounding like someone overindulging with mouthfuls of food. The man looked down, his chin barely over my line of vision.

"Do you have a death wish, kid?"

I flung my head back and gasped for air, "Won't need a wish if I can't breath!"

"Yeah that's the smell. Must be close. Keep looking." Another knight valiantly shouted to his friend. I heard distancing footsteps as my saviors headed in the wrong direction. No not that way! This way! Fucking delusional, disoriented, directionally impaired warriors! Over here! My inner voice was turning into a raging bull at the idea of being left with this chard hair, cotton ball smelling, asshole.

"Keep quiet and I'll be courteous and eat your heart out later-" His cold words hit me like a brick. That's it. I reared my weapon, my trusty umbrella back, closed my eyes and prayed to Jesus. Yup, I hit him blind sided in the shin. I opened my eyes to see him groaning in pain. Hell yes! I took the moment and delivered a few more smacks. It was like hitting an inflated balloon. It was kind of fun. I maneuvered over the shrub barriers and raced down the road. Cut, bruised, and all I powered across the ground and only stopped once I stood in front of my car's headlights. I saw the group of men that I was sure I heard before.

Out of breath I shouted, "Here! Help! You have to help me!" The three men stopped at the side doors of my car. I would have been relieved however as they faced my direction I saw their morbid crimson eyes burning into me. I choked.

"What the-Oh my god." I stumbled back. Their bodies straightened as I saw them sniff the air. Their mouths turned into devious grins, as they seemed to get excited by what their nostrils caught.

One man began to drool, "Oh what a tangy spice."

"Seems we found what we were looking for." Another piped up. My constipated face returned.

"What a rare delicacy, indeed. No worries, my dear, such an exotic treat-like yourself will be handled with special care." Hunger was set deep in his eyes as the broader man advanced forward. I readied my umbrella. Though it was looking more like a wet noodle than a defense tool.

"Stay back! I-I have a weapon!" I stepped back. Clearly my words were contradicting my actions. The demonic group kept coming regardless of my threats. Their figures emerged from the night shadows and crossed in front of the headlights exposing their spit stained teeth. My confidence was dwindling.

An arm suddenly found its way around my shoulders, "God, you're a fucking pain in the ass."

That voice.