My father had forced me to quit my job, and then he kicked me into the streets and left me for dead.
During this time i was walking back into town and a guy pulls up and offers me a ride, i was desperate so i got in, easy pickins for him.
So, we make it back into town and i say thats far enough, please let me out. He won’t stop, and i begin to get nervous, my heart really began racing.
He begins to eerily, and it sounded creepy as ■■■■ to, “why don’t we go on up to greenwood”, i say no id like out please, “i think we should go on up to greenwood”. He wasn’t going to stop either.
We did hit some traffic though and he was forced to come to a stop, i jumped out in a hurry.
We have a few options here, murdered, sex slave, other type of slave, tortured, you get the idea. All that i know it wasn’t going to be good whatever it was, and holy ■■■■■■■ ■■■■ did i get lucky there was traffic! I mean wow was i lucky that happened!
You should have heard his voice and how it sounded, coaxing, fake, “lets go on up to greenwood”, what a nightmare.