want me to answer two questions? Quite the gal you are,” he mocks.
I steal a look behind me. I should probably know what my captor looks like so I know who I’m running from. I meet eyes hidden by sunglasses. He is a man give or take about my age of 22. He has light blonde hair that blows slightly in the light breeze. He’s dressed rather fashionably for running around in the forest. He wears a leather jacket and dark jeans. I gawk awkwardly. He’s sexy . Like drop dead gorgeous.
He laughs slightly. “Fine. My name is Damon.”
“Who are you?” I ask again.
“I just told you, silly girl.”
“What do you want?” I try again.
Nothing, he just stares at me blankly.
“Why am I in a forest?” I try. He has to tell me something helpful.
“You are here in this forest because you decided to drive your automobile off a bridge and into a river.” He says almost sounding irritated. He pulls a hand from his jacket pocket and pulls out a silver chain with a very large blue pendant and twiddles it between his fingers. I’m no jewelry expert but to me it looks like a gigantic sapphire.
“What does driving my car into a river have to do with being in a forest?” I ask confused.
He raises an eyebrow. “Everything of course. Maybe if you stand up and step away from that ledge, I’ll tell you more. Obviously if I were the murderer you seem to think I am, I would’ve killed you by now.”
“Maybe you’re not a murderer, but maybe you’re something else. What do you want?” I feel my body shaking.
“Like what? What could I possible want from you, little girl?” He asks.
“First off, I’m not little , I’m 22. You could want money,” I say looking at the necklace in his hand, maybe he’s a thief. “Which I don’t have. I’m actually dirt poor…or maybe you’re some kind of psycho who likes to keep girls in caves for his own creepy amusement OR maybe you’re a rapist.” I throw in there gaging his reaction carefully.
To my surprise he starts laughing. Not like a subtle little laugh, he bursts out in loud insane laughter.
I roll my eyes, angrier than scared now. “Whatever, I’m out of here.”
“No, stop.” He says and immediately stops his laughter.
“Come with me. I want to show you something in the cave,” he turns and points.
“Right, because I’m going to follow some random creepy guy into a dark cave in the middle of nowhere. Yeah, right. I’m not stupid.”
He sighs and reaches into his other pocket. To my surprise he pulls out a gun. My heart leaps. Shit. Just as I’m about to escape over the edge, he raises his hands in surrender and gently places the gun onto the ground and then kicks the firearm to me.
“Take it and follow me,” he says returning his hands to his pockets. “It’s loaded, you can check. Be careful, the safety is off.”
I take the gun. I have no idea how to check and see if it’s loaded so I point the gun just left of the guy and pull the trigger. Sure enough a bullet springs through the barrel and smashes some of the rock beside the entrance to the cave. Why the hell would he give me a gun? Is he nuts? The noise scares me, I guess I wasn’t expecting it to be loaded.
“Jesus Christ, I said be careful!”
I get up slowly not letting my eyes leave him and nod towards the cave. “If I follow you, will you let me go?” I ask him.
“You know you could just shoot me and get away.”
I debate it but shake my head, “I need your help getting out of here.”
“So you could hold the gun to my head and make me tell you the way home.”
I sigh, he’s right. Why would he tell me that?
“Yeah, I could,” I threaten.
He just laughs again.
Is he psychotic?
“You wouldn’t be able to kill me. I think we both know that.”
I shrug. “If I had to save my own life, sure I could.”
“But your life isn’t in danger.”
I don’t know what to say. Why am I wasting my time with this guy? I mean I could kill him and get out of here but what