Shifting against the back seat for a moment, she groaned behind the cheesecloth and tape. All the while her attacker stood outside of the car, seeming to gloat. As he slipped into the front, she could finally see him through the rearview mirror. He looked, familiar. Squinting at his face it took her a moment to realize who he was. It was the creep who waited in the back of the bar at the end of the counter without ordering anything. He tried to talk to her a few times but she dismissed him as he just wasn’t her type. Soon the car turned over and he said that she was safe, that she could be with someone who loved her and that in time she’d love him. “Nnghh! “ Ice mumbled from behind the tape as he drove off, rummaging through her purse.<br/><br/>The sound of something hitting the road outside their car sounded and alarmed the captive woman in the back but Patrick explained that it was it was her cellphone and that she didn’t need it anymore. Luckily for Ice, she was smart enough to have remembered at least her brother’s phone number so hopefully she could call him when she got access to the phone he would give her. Through out the ride she squirmed in the back, moaning and groaning as she tried to free herself from his binds but not being able to. Again he started to speak about how they loved each other even though she didn’t know his name and she mumbled, “Hmpff, nngh “ as a response to his statement. Eventually the car came to a stop, her mind cloudy and tired from fighting against the bonds so much as he would exit out of his side to walk around to hers.