It only took one second, one blink of an eye for Ice to make a small mistake and give him a window. As she went to lean up after picking up her keys, something quickly came into her view and clamped over her mouth to quiet her. From memory of a few classes she took as a teen, she was about to bite, to kick, to do something to get away from the supposed person that had just grabbed her. But it seemed that fate was not on her side today as something else was jabbed into her side as a gruff voice told her not to make a sound. Correction, not a ‘fucking’ sound. Reaching around with her soft left hand she touched what felt like a weapon, maybe a gun? She tried so hard to not whimper, to not make the sound that would no doubt get her in trouble.<br/><br/>Wait, that voice. Ice did her best to try and recognize it as it had a familiarity about it but she couldn’t place it, couldn’t figure out where it would have come from so she let the thought go. Quickly the idea of some random stranger knabbing her came back to her head as she was turned and started walking towards what she would assume had been his car, the only other one in the lot. Stumbling again, she broke one of her heels and couldn’t help but to whimper a bit behind his hand, only making her afraid of what he would do now that she made a slight sound.