Her abductor is in love with her

Sandra was walking to the bus stop after a long day of working. The day was one of her worst. She was a waitress. She had only worked in this job for a month. Some days were good, and some days were bad. It was a high season for this particular café. She walked to the bus stop, thinking of how the customers got on her nerves. She was up on her feet for hours, running back and forth, giving the best services to a bunch of people who did not appreciate it.

As she approached the bus stop, she realized she had just missed her bus. What a nightmare. This meant she had to wait for twenty minutes for the next bus, and the worst thing about it is that she would be taking a bus that goes a different route from her apartment. She would have to walk from this route for five minutes to her house. She cursed the day as she scrolled through her phone. It was a hot summer evening.

She sat at the bus stop, and thoughts ran through her mind—a recap of this particular day. She messed with an order for one table, and the customers, a group of young men, screamed at her. She remembered how she ran to the back and cried silently. She wished she would quit, but she needed the job. The best highlight of the day is when, while she was having a cigarette break, a lad from a different table that she served earlier smiled at her. He offered to light her cigarette. They exchanged glances, and the eye contact was powerful.

Twenty minutes were up, and she walked into the bus and sighed. She still thought about the lad; that was the good thing about her day, at least. She got ready as the bus approached her; her next thing would be to walk for five minutes to her apartment, since this was not her usual route. She was waking with music blasting from her earphones, but the good kind of music—the one that helps you relax after a long day. The streets were dark, and only a few cars passed.

No sooner had she taken a shortcut along an alley than she noticed a red car that stopped right in front of her. Three men grabbed her by the neck and pushed her into the car. They laughed as the car drove. She was confused and completely terrified. She did not know them or their motives. She was clearly kidnapped.

The three men sat with ease.They drove around for almost three hours without saying anything to her. She was frightened beyond measure, and as she looked at them in their faces, she recognized the driver. The lovely lad at the smoking zone—yes, the guy who was her best highlight of the day—had indeed kidnapped her. He looked her in the eye and smiled. He said, I think I love you. She smiled back and got comfortable.

They drove for hours without saying a word; suddenly, the car stopped, and the two guys left. She was confused about her next move. The guy turned around and glanced deeply into her eyes. 'My name is Mark. Sandra was impressed; he was a good-looking lad, she thought. ‘I hope you are not mad at me’. He said. She leaned closer to his face and whispered. How could I be mad at you? He kissed her. She allowed it; in the back of her head, she could hear voices: He kidnapped you. They both enjoyed every minute of it.