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I slowly turn my head towards his direction and for the first time I look at his face.

I pause. What the fuck??

“Mr. Fredrick?!” I scream.

His eyes go wide, now matching my facial expression.

This fucking prick!

.......

“You!!” I seethe.

He scoffs “unbelievable.”

“Unbelievable??? What the fuck is this? Some kind of shit show?”

I slam the coat on the car seat, pointing my fingers outside the window, trying to describe this whole situation.

He ignores me, lighting a cigar.

He pulls off the jacket he had on, sinking into the chair, totally unfazed.

“What are you doing here?”

“What I'm i-- what do you mean, what I'm I doing here! You fucking kidnapped me, scared the shit out of me” I gulp, “and you shot an innocent civilian.” I say the last bit quietly.

“He wasn't innocent.” He drags his cigar.

“That didn't give you the right to kill him!” I yell.

He grunts, “fuck this.” He slips his hand into the back of his trousers and reveal a gun. Furthermore, he points the gun at me.

“Woah, woah!” I yell.

“You've seen too much, you could be a problem later in the future. And I hate obstacles.” He cocks the gun.

I change my sitting position and kneel on the car seat. “I swear I didn't record anything, and I'll never tell anyone what I saw.”

“I'm not concerned about that, it's the fact you know me. I can't take that risk.” He presses the cold gun on my forehead.

I yelp.

“Please” I plead, “I'll give you anything, I'll do anything. Just don't kill me. I won't tell a single soul, I swear!” I sniffle, rubbing my palms together rapidly.

He tilts his head and blows out smoke from his mouth. It hits my face, some getting into my nose.

“Miss Debra Santiago?” He questions nonchalantly.

“Yes, yes!!” I nod my head continuously.

“And what exactly makes you think you can give me what I want?” He slides the gun, moving it from my forehead to my cheek, then to my neck. The cold metal leaves tingles wherever it passes.

The gun stays on my neck for a few seconds before it moves lower to my chest region. I exhale.

“I thought I told you before” his voice becomes low as if he fears the wind will hear what he has to say, “you lack everything both mentally and physically.”

He presses the gun further into my skin, tracing shapes and letters on my body.

This should feel extremely dangerous because the trigger could go off any moment from now, but it's far from that, I feel very alive.

When the gun reaches my lower belly, he stops his movements.

“So I ask you again, what can you offer Santiago??” He breathes.

My body is totally on fire at this point. Is this what it feels like to be aroused? My mind won't think straight, my thoughts are scattered.

“I'll offer anything” I blurt out, “just spare my life please.” I beg again.

He stares at me, his eyes dilating as many thoughts run through his head.

He slowly retreats the gun, then grins

“Strip then.”

I freeze.

“What?” I ask, hoping I didn't hear it right.

Even if I knew exactly what he meant, but I still hope I became deaf that split second.

“I said strip. Do you want your life spared? You offered to do anything I asked. So, I want you to strip. Here and now.” He repeats himself.

“Fucking ridiculous.” I frown, folding my hands together. “I'm not doing it.”

He lets out a puff from his mouth, the smoke from the cigar sips through.

In one swift move he lifts the gun back up, pointing it towards the car roof, he pulls the trigger.

“Holy shit!” I yell. My ears are ringing like crazy from the gun shot.

“Are you out of your mind?!” I ask, my ears still ringing like church bells.

“Your soul will be out of your body if you don't comply” he replies nonchalantly.

“I'm not doing it.” I seethe.

“10”

“My life isn't something you joke with!”

“6”

“What? What happened to 9,8 and 7?!!”

“3”

He points the gun at me.

“2”

He cocks the gun.

“1-”

I strip.