A perfectly planned escape

As I raced down the street, I could already feel a sweat creeping up my back.

This was it.

This was the make-or-break moment.

Mentally I began imagining the reactions of all those people who had seen me drive away, calculating the time they would've reacted and called the police.

After about a mile I slowed down to the speed limit and pulled onto a new street. In my weeks of preparation, I had gone over scenario after scenario of what to do, even going so far as to memorize where police stations and common patrol routes were. In the end, I came up with the perfect plan.

With how often the freeways were being patrolled and how many security cameras for traffic or businesses there were lined up along the busy streets, my path out of the state would only consist of drive-through alleys and backroads. But I wouldn't make the whole journey with my van looking like this. After about 15 minutes of driving, I pulled off into a particularly secluded-looking alley. Reaching over to the passenger seat, I grabbed a large toolbox and hopped out of the van before walking around to the back.

Opening up my toolbox I kneeled down before my license plate and got to work.

I knew in my planning that more than most likely someone would see my plate, so I had decided to use a stolen plate during the **** to help through off the cops. Then, like I was doing now, I'd switch the plate with the original. But that wasn't the only thing I'd be doing. I also needed to make sure the van didn't fit any descriptions. So after I finished switching the plates, I reached back into my toolbox and pulled out some ducktape, spray paint, and bumper stickers.

It hurt a little knowing that I was about to damage such a nice perfectly knew vehicle, but it had to be done.

...

30min later and the back bumper was covered in stickers, the one and only back window looked like it was broken and duct taped over, and the front bumper was painted red. I even gave my van a couple of kicks and scratches to give it an older and roughed-up look.

Yeah, it went from a nice luxury car to a piece of shit real quick, but now my chances of being pulled over as a suspect were pretty much over. Dusting off my hands, I stretched my arms out and made my way back into the van before kicking it on, and pulling back onto the road.

Turning on the radio, the first thing I heard was about Zendaya's ****.

"This just in! Celebrity **** in the middle of broad daylight! Who is this man who took her and what does he plan to do with her?"

Oh, I planned to do a lot with her, I thought with a smile. Flipping channels, I soon stopped on one playing some rock music and enjoyed the tunes as I made my way through the streets and out of the city.

Now if my estimates were correct, I'd be entering Nevada in around 4 hours, just around the same time the tranquilizers would wear off, and also when the sun would be setting. We'd also be out in the middle of nowhere by that point, settings things up for the perfect moment for me to introduce myself and begin teaching her what it she deserved as a goddess.

Oh, I was so excited and so fucking aroused by the thought!