Tag, You're It (Ianthony)
I let out a soft breath as I made my way down the empty street. The street lamps, for some unknown reason, were not lit up, therefore nothing was illuminating the path before me, and I could barely see 2 feet in front of me. Nonetheless, I continued going, hoping to get back to my comfortable apartment soon, where there's lights, and a nice lock on the front door. I don't know why, but there's an uneasy feeling settling in the pit of my stomach.
Minutes later, a car slowly pulled up next to me, and the passenger window rolled down.
The driver smiled, "Need a ride?"
From a stranger? No. I smiled politely, "No thank you, I'm almost home."
"The suburbs aren't for another mile," he chuckled, his eyes darkening.
"How did you-"
I stopped when I saw him exit his vehicle, I gulped and he whispered, "Just let me give you a ride."
He flashed me a smirk, and I knew that he wasn't intending to give me a ride home, oh no, his intentions were far different.
So I turned to make a run for it, but I was stopped by two strong arms, which wrapped around my thin waist and brought me against a chest.
A wet rag was slapped over my mouth, and after attempting to struggle for what felt like minutes, my eyes fell closed, and my body went limp.
I could feel his hot breath blowing against my ear, and the last thing I heard before falling into a complete sleep, was his deep voice huskily whisper, "Tag, you're it."