outside. A sudden cool burst of wind entered the bar and everyone shivered, or at least those who were not shivering before.
The stranger picked up another stool and brought it down hard on the bar top. The wood pieces flew in every direction and Angie had to duck to avoid one hitting her in the eye. She was now terrified and praying that the lunatic got out of there as soon as possible.
“I will NOT leave without the goddamn package!” he shouted and Bob cowered.
“I-I can’t help you,” he stammered.
“Then I have no choice,” he said.
Angie had gotten up from her ducking position and as soon as she stood to full height, a hand grasped her neck. The stranger pulled her around the bar.
“I am going to take her until you see some sense, old man, and give me the package,” he said.
Angie’s eyes were bulging and she was having trouble breathing, the grip of the stranger was so strong on her neck.
“Do not think that I am beyond hurting a woman,” he declared, dragging Angie to the door.
“I will do anything to stop them.”
Angie gave one last terrified look to Bob and all the drunken men of the bar. Martha had tears in her eyes and was clutching Michael. Michael looked frozen.
Soon Angie was put in the back of a car and her hands were handcuffed. The stranger got in the driving seat and started driving.
Angie screamed but the thundering clouds drowned her voice.
Chapter 2
The car was striding along an abandoned street and Angie had lost the will to scream. Earlier she had tried to draw attention to herself to passing cars but before long, she gave it up after realizing that it was futile.
The stranger sat quietly, driving along paths undefined. Angie was petrified, mortified, terrified beyond all measure. Just an hour ago, she was pouring drinks to drunken men and trying to ignore Patrick. Now, she was afraid for her life.
“Are you going to kill me?” she asked, her voice shaking. The bravery that she had felt at the bar had gone, replaced by dread.
The stranger didn’t reply but kept on looking ahead. If Angie had to guess, she would probably say that they had travelled out of the city to the mountains. She could see the whole city at her right.
The view was mesmerizing. Thousands of lights shining like fireflies in the sky, their serenity envious. The tsunamis that wreaked in the individual lives of the people who lived among these lights could not transcend up to these mountains. Angie felt awed.
Then reality hit her: she was being kidnapped and taken miles away from the only place she had ever called home and there was a good chance that she would never see it again. It was a humbling thought. Tears welled up in her eyes.
“Please, let me go,” she sobbed.
The stranger’s head twitched a little but otherwise he gave no indication that he had a passenger in the back seat that he had, oh so casually, kidnapped.
He remained quiet and Angie figured that her pleas had no value to him. It was better to shut up. Her tongue was in her control, the shaking of her body and the thumping of her heart, not so much.
They drove on, farther and farther away from the city and Angie got scared with every turn and twist that the road took. She had never been in these mountains and the unfamiliarity made her uneasy.
They seemed to be approaching a house, shrouded in trees so that it was not very much visible from a long distance but as they came closer, Angie could make out the brown exterior.
She always thought that houses such as these existed only in horror movies. It was a right old cabin in the woods, down to the chimney.
The stranger parked in front of the door and opened the back door. He grabbed Angie, despite her futile attempts to get away from him. He dragged her across the short distance to the entrance effortlessly, though she was doing her all to get free; what she hoped to achieve by that, she had no idea but she was not going to go down without a fight.
The inside
The stranger picked up another stool and brought it down hard on the bar top. The wood pieces flew in every direction and Angie had to duck to avoid one hitting her in the eye. She was now terrified and praying that the lunatic got out of there as soon as possible.
“I will NOT leave without the goddamn package!” he shouted and Bob cowered.
“I-I can’t help you,” he stammered.
“Then I have no choice,” he said.
Angie had gotten up from her ducking position and as soon as she stood to full height, a hand grasped her neck. The stranger pulled her around the bar.
“I am going to take her until you see some sense, old man, and give me the package,” he said.
Angie’s eyes were bulging and she was having trouble breathing, the grip of the stranger was so strong on her neck.
“Do not think that I am beyond hurting a woman,” he declared, dragging Angie to the door.
“I will do anything to stop them.”
Angie gave one last terrified look to Bob and all the drunken men of the bar. Martha had tears in her eyes and was clutching Michael. Michael looked frozen.
Soon Angie was put in the back of a car and her hands were handcuffed. The stranger got in the driving seat and started driving.
Angie screamed but the thundering clouds drowned her voice.
Chapter 2
The car was striding along an abandoned street and Angie had lost the will to scream. Earlier she had tried to draw attention to herself to passing cars but before long, she gave it up after realizing that it was futile.
The stranger sat quietly, driving along paths undefined. Angie was petrified, mortified, terrified beyond all measure. Just an hour ago, she was pouring drinks to drunken men and trying to ignore Patrick. Now, she was afraid for her life.
“Are you going to kill me?” she asked, her voice shaking. The bravery that she had felt at the bar had gone, replaced by dread.
The stranger didn’t reply but kept on looking ahead. If Angie had to guess, she would probably say that they had travelled out of the city to the mountains. She could see the whole city at her right.
The view was mesmerizing. Thousands of lights shining like fireflies in the sky, their serenity envious. The tsunamis that wreaked in the individual lives of the people who lived among these lights could not transcend up to these mountains. Angie felt awed.
Then reality hit her: she was being kidnapped and taken miles away from the only place she had ever called home and there was a good chance that she would never see it again. It was a humbling thought. Tears welled up in her eyes.
“Please, let me go,” she sobbed.
The stranger’s head twitched a little but otherwise he gave no indication that he had a passenger in the back seat that he had, oh so casually, kidnapped.
He remained quiet and Angie figured that her pleas had no value to him. It was better to shut up. Her tongue was in her control, the shaking of her body and the thumping of her heart, not so much.
They drove on, farther and farther away from the city and Angie got scared with every turn and twist that the road took. She had never been in these mountains and the unfamiliarity made her uneasy.
They seemed to be approaching a house, shrouded in trees so that it was not very much visible from a long distance but as they came closer, Angie could make out the brown exterior.
She always thought that houses such as these existed only in horror movies. It was a right old cabin in the woods, down to the chimney.
The stranger parked in front of the door and opened the back door. He grabbed Angie, despite her futile attempts to get away from him. He dragged her across the short distance to the entrance effortlessly, though she was doing her all to get free; what she hoped to achieve by that, she had no idea but she was not going to go down without a fight.
The inside
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