Hitch a ride with this man.
From Create Your Own Story
"Sure. Thanks." Even though you don't feel completely comfortable hitching a ride from this guy, you're not sure if you will be able to hitch another one.
"Hop in!" He grinned widely and flashed a mouthful of yellowish crooked teeth as you crawled into the passenger side. Almost as soon as you closed the door, he sped off back down the road. The impact of his acceleration slams you against the seat leather as a strong whiff of tobacco and alchol stench rushes up your nostril, instantly causing a nauseous feeling. You're starting to feel like this was not such a good idea.
"What's your name, darling?" He eyes you up and down and inquires between loud chews of his tobacco. "Name's Bo."
"I'm Alexis." You try to be polite and hide your discomfort. You don't want your benefactor to know that he makes you uncomfortable. "Thanks again for the ride."
"So, what's a cutie like you doin' out on the roadside by your lonsesome?".
You try your best to cover your chest with one hand and pull the skirt down with the other to cover as much thigh as possible. The way he looks at you is making you really nervous. This man appears quite heavy, with thick, hairy arms. If he was to try something weird, you don't feel confident about holding him off. You decided it was best if you came clean with what happened. Perhaps this guy can help you call the cops. So you tell him everything.
"Well, a guy can suppose a nice cutie like you WOULD draw that kinda attention." He snorted out a laughter after hearing your mishaps, but you don't really see what is so funny.
"So...can you help me?" Suspecting that you already know his reply, you decide to ask anyways. "Like, call the cops or something? I lost my cellphone."
"Nuh uh, no can't do, cutie." He snorted again. You kind of wish he would stop calling you that. "I don't like gettin' in messes with the cops."
Having said that, he made a left turn off the main road and onto a rockier path.
"Umm...where are we going?" You noticed that the path seems to be running away from your home. "We need to go straight to get back to the city."
"We're not going back to the city, cutie" His chuckling reply sends a discomforting chill down your spine. "I wanna show you my place."
You suddenly realize that you are in a new predicament. This heavy-set redneck guy could very well be a serial killer. What do you do now?
