The Good Samaritan

"Don't move," Was the first warning given to him.

At first, his heart had almost jumped from his chest thinking the police had caught up to him, but when Jeremy felt the cold metal poke at his side, he discovered it was a thief. A sigh of relief left his mouth, it was a robber and not the police. Though he knew he was in trouble, he'd rather prefer this kind of trouble. 

He at once turned slowly, lifted his hand as the car key slide from his hand to the floor, "What do you want? If it's money you want, I can give that to you so don't hurt me," 

"Don't hurt you, huh? " A sadistic smile left his lips, "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't hurt you?!" 

Jeremy was in a dilemma, what was he going to say to not aggravate this criminal further? He tried to take a good look at the man since he couldn't see much from his position but he received a punch in his stomach that made him double over in pain.