Hell no!

I don't even think about putting the blindfold on, instead throwing it down on the seat next to me. Fuck that I think to myself angrily. I don't know what she's playing at. She does like to surprise me sometimes, with a fun date here and there. But after being practically abandoned at the airport, I'm not in the mood. I try calling her again, but it goes straight to voicemail.

"This bitch..." I mutter under my breath, shocked at how she's behaving. I would never even think of treating her this way. I begin crafting an angry text.

"So no blindfold?" I hear my driver ask me. I look up at him from my phone, his gaze directed out the front windshield as if he weren't even talking to me.

"Oh, nah haha," I reply, adding a fake chuckle. I go back to writing my angry text.

"You should put it on," he says in the most disinterested tone possible. I look back up at him, confused as to why he even cares.

"No, I'm good," I reply flatly. I notice we still haven't let the airport pickup spot. "Can we get moving, please?"

"We'll start moving once you put on the blindfold," he replies even more flatly. I stare at him, dumbfounded.

"You serious? Why the fuck do you care? I'm not putting that shit on," I reply, getting a little heated. I stare at him, waiting for a response, but he doesn't give one. "Can we please go? Or else I'll just get another Uber."

"Final warning," is all he says. I stare at him for a couple seconds, shocked.

"Bro are you kidding me? You know what, fuck this." I reach for the door handle and pull, but the door doesn't move. It's locked. "Unlock the door please," I ask, trying to supress the anger bubbling up inside of me. The driver doesn't answer, still not even looking back at me. I start pulling at the handle with more ****, using two hands to try and get more leverage. It doesn't budge. "Fine, I'll just call the cops," I mutter, going back to my phone.

I hear a click, the sound of the doors unlocking. I look up at the driver with a smirk on my face. I open my mouth to thank him sarcastically. "Tha-" I don't even get to finish the word as he whips around. Almost faster than I can even comprehend his arm shoots towards me, his hand balled up into a fist. I hear what sounds like a crack as he connects with the side of my head. Instantly, I'm out cold.

I finally start to come to, a deep, pulsing pain in my head waking me up. I feel nauseous, like I might throw up. Probably a concussion I think to myself. I'm lying down, presumably in the back seat of the SUV. The ride is extraordinarily bumpy, not helping my nausea at all. As I start to get more of my bearings, I realize I can't see. Some blue piece of fabric is blocking my vision. I try to pull it off, but quickly realize that my hands won't move.

"Ughhh," I moan out groggily. Drool leaks out from my mouth onto the leather seat. Something metal is holding my hands together, digging sharply into my wrists and not letting them move on inch. My legs won't move either, bound at both the knees and ankles. A panic starts to rise within me, as I have no clue what's going on. With horror I soon realize my situation is even worse than I thought. I'm completely naked.

"H-hello?" I say shakily, finally starting to regain some of my finer motor functions. I try to sit up, but I'm immediately hit with a wave of dizziness and nausea, casuing me to crash back down to the seat. "P-please... don't hurt me," I groan out. "I have money. I'll give you whatever you want. Just let me go."

My pleas are met with silence. I feel tears begin to collect in the corners of my eyes, and I can't stop myself from crying. As the ride continues, it gets more and more rough, only causing me more pain and discomfort. Soon the SUV abruptly comes to a stop, almost slinging me onto the floor.

Suddenly I feel the entire vehicle move as the door next to me is yanked open. Quicker than I can even comprehend a large hand is clasped around my throat, and I’m pulled clean from the car and thrown onto the ground. I lay there for a few seconds in shock, and then start to cough. It takes a couple seconds for me to regain my composure (the dusty, dirt road doesn’t help), and for a second I think I might vomit, but eventually I'm able to calm down.

“Ow, fuck, that hurt. Who the fuck are you? Why are you doing this to me?” I ask meekly, on the verge of more tears. I start to struggle, deserately wanting to free at least one of my limbs, but once again realize it's no use. “Come on, man. What the actual fuck is going on?” I ask as I thrash helplessly about on the ground. I feel two rough hands grab me around my waist, lifting me up with ease. I'm flung over what I can only assume is the driver's shoulder. I begin to thrash around even more violently, determined not to go down without a fight.

The man's strong arms hold me easily in place. I start to tire myself out as he begins walking. I hear a door open, and soon we are inside somewhere. I am thrown to the cold, hard floor, still bound and blindfolded. I groan out in pain, desparate for some sort of relief. I start rolling around, flipping over onto my back, when something slams down onto my chest. I start to cough and sputter, as whatever's holding me down starts twisting into my chest.

"Owwww," is all I can manage to moan out. I hear a very familiar giggle, causing me to stop moving entirely. I listen intently, trying to discern the source of the sound I'd just heard. It couldn't be... I think to myself. She wouldn't do this to me. I slowly realize that the pressure on my chest is letting up. It almost feels like some sort of shoe.

Suddenly the blue fabric is ripped off my head. The bright lights of the room overpower my eyes for a few seconds, and when they finally adjust, I look up to see the most beautiful woman in the world. Riley, my loving girlfriend, is standing above me, one of her heels digging into my chest.