Carlos oliveira

After putting in some serious overtime at work, you clocked out after it had already gotten dark. All you could think about was finally getting back home and hitting the hay. Maybe it was your exhaustion that had caused you to be so careless and inattentive, but you paid no attention to the small signs something was wrong--your car door already being unlocked, the scratches on the door's handle--as you got into your car and started it, buckling your seatbelt. It wasn't until you set your hands on the wheel and looked into your rear view mirror that you noticed a large, black gym bag sitting in the back seat of your car.

Turning to inspect the mysterious bag, you are greeted by the quiet yet threatening click of a gun, as well as it's silvery glint in your eyes. Sitting behind your own seat so he couldn't be seen in the mirror was a man dressed in all black, now holding a gun inches from your face. Your eyes follow the length of his arm to his face, concealed behind a face mask with the lower half of a skull printed on it.

"Go ahead and turn back around for me. Slowly." He ordered, his voice deep but smoother than you expected it to be. He waved his gun slightly, letting you know he had no patience for any kind of resistance despite his lack of obvious aggression.

Once you fearfully complied, he leaned forward and rested his chin beside the headrest of your seat, making sure to keep his gun angled so you could see it was still pointed at you from the rear view mirror. He spoke in a commanding yet hushed tone just beside your ear. "How about we go for a little drive, huh?"