Every freak thunderstorm.9

The man sounded really happy when he laughed at what I had said.

"Telling me I'm scary isn't an insult. It's a compliment," the man told me, reaching out with a hand to stroke my shrinking head.

"Why do you want people to be scared of you?" I asked.

"Why do you think?" he shook his head as if the answer was obvious, but I didn't get it. I wasn't him. How would I know what he was thinking? Just thinking along the lines of thought where it might be good for people to be scared of you brought me to a dark path. It looked too scary and I didn't dare venture further down that track of thought. I already knew the man was a bad guy.

The car stopped next to another car in a narrow, wet and stinky alley. The man moved everything in my car over to the other car in a hurry, gesturing for me to help, but when a gust of wind slammed me into a wall, he stuffed me into the cold, waiting car instead. After everything had been moved, he pressed me into my seat to steal a kiss.

"Good girl. Stay here. Don't get out of the car. I have to move your car away and the storm is starting to pick up again. Stay here, be good and wait for me. Hold onto this towel for me."

I waited in the cold car, feeling it shake from the wind. I needed to go to the toilet. Needed to pee. What should I do?

I waited and waited, but he didn't come back. Maybe he got blown away by the storm. Maybe he got injured. Was that a good thing or a bad thing?

In the end, I couldn't wait any longer. I got out of the car and was blasted by a gust of wind and sleet. I covered myself with the towel, crouched down and emptied my bladder. I used a tissue to wipe up and the wind tore the wet tissue from my hand, blowing it under the open car door. I washed my hands in the sleet and then fought the wind to shut the door.

"I meant for you to hold onto the towel so that I'd have a dry towel when I got back," said a dry voice from the driver's seat, making me jump.

When had he gotten back?

The man rubbed me and my hair with the wet towel and then used it to wipe the excess water off his body as well. He shook his head at me and threw the towel at me, turning the car keys and starting the car. He turned up the heater and fan so that we were blasted with cold air that slowly grew warmer.

"What were you doing just now?" he asked me, poking me in the forehead. "Look. We're both wet and cold now."

I sneezed and he shook his head again.

"Don't get sick."

He turned around in his seat to reach into the back seat and pulled a bag toward us. He unzipped the bag and pulled out dry clothes for himself, getting changed right in front of me. I quickly covered my head with the wet towel.

After a while, the rustling stopped and he pulled the towel off my head.

"You've already seen everything. What's there to hide from? I didn't prepare any clothes at hand for you. Just take off all your wet things and wrap yourself in your blanket for now. Your blanket is still dry."

I hesitated.

"Come on. I've seen you naked already. There's nothing to be ashamed of. I don't want you catching a cold or getting sick. Hurry up and take the wet things off."

He stuffed his wet things into a plastic bag that he had already placed at the ready. When he saw me hesitating again, he reached over and began helping me get undressed. After a heart pounding and blushing, shrieking period of time, I was wrapped in my blanket, thankfully having been able to keep my underwear and bra on.

"Good girl," the man leaned over, pressing me into my seat. "You're so cute."

He caught my face and leaned over to capture my lips with his. I screwed up my face, making him chuckle and he forcefully deepened the kiss, until I began to feel myself melting and sinking into the car seat.

"Alright," he said after a long moment, regaining his seat and licking his lips, stroking my cheek. "This dazed look is the cutest. It really makes me want to take you here and now, but we have to get moving before the storm gets any worse."

He changed gears and drove the car out of the little alley. Once out of the alley, I felt the car fishtailing all over the road, but the man ignored the slipping and sliding. He drove fast, with the windscreen wipers frantically trying to swipe the big raindrops and sleet out of the way so that he could see.

There were no other cars on the road at the moment. He ignored traffic lights and traffic cameras flashing the car.

We drove for a long time and I fell asleep in the car, only waking up when it stopped. Looking outside, it was dark without a single light that I could see. The storm was still raging.

The man was moving items from one car to another again. He bundled me up and carried me into the other car.

"Sleep," he told me and then drove the other car away. Now that I had woken up, I didn't want to sleep again after being blown awake by the cold wind and rain.

Actually, now in the dark, this was not a bad time to try to escape. The only problem was that I had no light, no torch, didn't know where I was and the storm was still going strong. He would be away for a while, likely getting rid of the car if the last time was any example. But would I be able to actually go far? More likely that I'd be blown off my feet and impaled by something flying in the wind.

It didn't take him as long as I expected. He soon returned with a gust of cold and wet wind, immediately got changed in the car again, and then began driving us to the next location. I wondered whether he had prepared these cars ahead of time oor whether someone else had prepared the cars. Were they registered, unregistered or stolen vehicles? And how had he gotten rid of them?

"Feed me something if you're awake," the man told me and I dug around in the food box to feed him a few pieces of meat jerky. "Just what I needed. Thank you, precious. You're really the best."

I nibbled on a piece myself and held the opened water bottle for him at the ready. When he got tired of the beef jerky, I peeled a few boiled eggs for us both, and then fed him strips of cold roast lamb. Later, I fed him spoonfuls of boiled vegetables, eating some myself as we went. I fed him another muffin and a few cookies before he told me that he'd had enough.

I tore a piece off the roast lamb to munch on slowly, looking out at the dark and wet roads, wondering how long and how far we had driven now. The man had been needing to stay focussed and alert for so long. Wasn't he tired?

Toward dawn, the man pulled over on the side of the road at an empty rest station where there was an only public toilet. He brought me to the toilet under the cover of his jacket and entered the same cubicle as me, turning around while I did my business. I did the same for him.

I didn't expect him to come onto me in the small and stinky toilet cubicle, bending me over the sink and shoving me up a rusty wall. My arms and legs flailed, but I was too much weaker. It seemed he had just wanted to vent because it was all over much sooner than I expected. It had hurt enough that my legs wouldn't take my weight after.

He seemed to also realised that he may have used too much strength and may have hurt or injured me, but he didn't apologise. Just held me tight in his arms and kissed me gently on various places on the face and neck. I refused to look at him and pouted while he carried me in a hurry back to the car.

I turned my face away from him to look out the window while he started the car to begin driving again. He didn't say anything and I soon fell asleep again, feeling my head bumping against the hard window with every bump of the road. The car paused for a moment and I felt him reach over my body to tilt the backrest down so that I wouldn't keep bumping my head.

Bright, sunshine in my eyes woke me up. A bed? A room? Where were we? When I stirred, so did the feeling of a person stirring in me. It made me feel sick and nauseous. His arms tightened around me in a ticklish manner and I couldn't help the tears that slipped out without me wanting them to.

Torture. Oh. It was torture. After last night's roughness, everything felt so tender and painful, and yet he still insisted on going at it. Things got better after he stopped to pleasure my body and make me wet. And then the pain wasn't quite so bad anymore. But by then, I realised that my body was starting to get used to him. Anticipate his actions. It wasn't good. Wasn't right. I didn't want it to like him even a little bit.

While I drowsed in the bed, enjoying the warm sun and the smell of a clean bed, the peace and the quiet, he got up to go to the bathroom and cook breakfast.

A massive boom shook me awake with fright, making me see the blinding light outside flash. My eyes. That hurt my eyes.

The car stopped and the car shook.

A hand on my head told me to stay down and against better judgment and all commonsense, he got out of the car.

Thunder and lightning boomed all around me but I couldn't see what was going on because of the blinding light of the frequently flashing lightning. Neither could I hear anything over the constant booming thunder.

Who was he? What was he? Why did he seem to have special powers? Wasn't he just a police academy instructor before? How had he become this? If I thought about it, last time and this time, he had come during freak thunderstorms. Then when I had been tied up at the front of my house and caged in lightning for a while. There was the way he could move so quickly and steadily in the storm, as if it didn't affect him much. How quickly he could move. There was something abnormal about the man.

Thunder and lightning continued to boom and I covered my head with the blanket, hugging my knees. I trembled. What a terrible storm.

Finally, there was a moment of blessed silence and the man got into the car, sounding tired and smelling slightly scorched.

Without a word, he drove the car away, while I examined his body and clothes with my eyes. I could smell smoke. What had he just gone and done outside? Battled with the storm and lightning?

I couldn't go back to sleep, but thankfully, I didn't need to.

The long winding road turned into convoluted mountain roads. The storm here was different to before. It was wilder. Harsher. More violent than before.

"Damn Storm. Think he can control me?" the man muttered under his breath. "Doesn't he know the meaning of the word, 'wait'?"

The car was changed one more time while I watched him deal with the previous vehicle by dropping a heavy mountain stone onto the accelerator pedal of the car and make it jump off the mountain road, down a steep mountain side to disappear, crashing into the trees somewhere down there.