Attention whore (1/2)

She was in her car in an unfamiliar neighborhood when she heard the familiar jingle of her cellphone indicating an incoming message. Rebel knew that the message would still be there once she was not driving anymore and that whoever sent her the message would definitely understand if she did not reply immediately, but still she could not help herself. She reached for her phone and quickly opened the message. The angry sound of a car hooter instantly brought her attention back to the road she was on. She had almost missed the stop sign at the end of the road. She turned left and as traffic was slow, her curiosity got the better of her. Trying to keep one eye on the road, she quickly read the message.

The message came from one of her friends. Rebel noticed the blue car in front of her. Neither she, nor her friend lived in this area. Imagine the coincidence to be in the same street at the same time! The sun reflected in the back window of the blue car. She tried, but she could not see her friend inside the car. Imagining her friend inside, watching her in the mirror, she waved. Dammit, Rebel thought, I wish I could see whether she was waving back. She waves once more and hoped that her friend saw it. Seconds later she was still feeling doubt. What if her friend thought she did not read the message? Wait! Rebel thought and reached for a lever on the steering column. She moved it a couple of times, flashing her lights at the car in front of her. Imagining that she now definitely must have the attention of her friend, she waved again. Then she waited. Surely now her friend would acknowledge that she had seen her waving? Nothing. Rebel flashed her lights again and waved.

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Two things happened at exactly the same moment. She heard her cellphone’s jingle sounding an incoming message and she saw the signal she was waiting for in front of her. Her friend had turned on her flasher, indicating that she was going to turn right. Rebel wanted to read the message, but had to concentrate on traffic, especially since her friend indicated that she wanted to turn into an alley. Oh, the message will probably ask me to follow, Rebel thought. So she did.

As she turned into the alley, she realized that it was quite narrow. One car barely fit through the entrance and it was a bit darker than she imagined it would be. The car in front of her drove well into the alley to a spot where it was just wide enough for two cars to park next to each other. She quickly parked her car and without looking at the other car she jumped out and quickly walked around to the driver’s side of the other car. In the next couple of seconds her head was filled with a million thoughts.

Where is my friend? Who is this man? Why did I follow this car? This is not my friend’s car. How could I have been so stupid? I’m such a fucking imbecile. Oh my god, I have to get away. I have to leave.

Rebel turned to run, but she was too late. The suited man grabbed her from behind, his hand covering her mouth to silence her screams. She tried to fight him but he was far stronger than she was. He trapped her between his body and the car, pressing his hard body against hers.
“Don’t fight me now, woman. You’re the one who followed me here!” he spoke in a very civilized voice.

To be continued… Attention whore (2/2)

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