What a grip! I couldn't move a bit.What a grip! I couldn't move a bit. The same happened to my feet. The last thing she wanted me to say was to tell her the destination, then she gagged and blindfolded me. "I hate noisy customers, and I also hate them telling me, how to drive, so I have to do this to you, but I am sure, you understand." I didn't say anything, I just noticed, that the hands grabbed me stronger and stronger, the longer she drove, and they started moving. It still didn't hurt, but it wouldn't take long, and then it would. I started to struggle, but I believe, that she didn't even notice. Finally, she stopped, and took off the blindfold and the gag. "That makes..." and she started to look at the pressure of the arms still holding me "oh I just take what I deserve for it." She started to search my pockets, and took some money from me. A reasonable amount. It was fair. Then she pressed a button, I was released, and pushed me out of the car. I still had to recover. The pressure was unbearable at the end, and I was lying there on the street. A school class came by, and the little children just walked over me, as if I wouldn't be there. I was surprised, that their teacher didn't stop them. I turned around, and try'd to get up. When the teacher came, he kicked me back to the ground, telling me, that he just wants his kids to have some fun. |