Recurrent Cycles.

Deranged thoughts fervently raced in an uncertain situation. A combined sense of terror and dauntful prediction came naturally. The night sky brought on the mystery of horror. Alycia sat silently stiffened, horrifically drowning in her worst ideas. In the passenger seat of stranger car who held her at gunpoint. Her eyes kept traveling to the door handle of her side. She thought to risk it all but feared that it would do more harm than good. The road they were on was dark and nearly void of cars at that hour. The speed of the car accelerated at high speed making it more inconvenient.