Not Jake Nor Drake

Zelda

“Don’t Move!” the voice whispered in my ear.

I struggled to see who was covering my mouth, I realized that I couldn't free myself from their grasp.

I tried to call out for help, but no sound escaped my lips. I felt a panic rising in my chest, my heart pounding in my ears.

I thrashed around, trying to break free from the person's hold. But they were too strong, and I felt myself losing consciousness.

The person dragged me down a dark, deserted street, away from the house. I tried to scream, but my voice was muffled by the hand over my mouth.

I felt the grip loosen, and I started to struggle against it. But before I could break free, I was suddenly released. I turned around, and to my surprise, the person who had been holding me captive was none other than Jake.

I was shocked and confused, unable to understand why he would do such a thing.

“What the hell was that?” I yelled at Jake, my voice full of anger and confusion. But instead of answering me, he just smirked. It was a