Bab 167: In return, he asked me to let him fuck me

Peral

I glance at Ethan rushing the car, as if he were trying to run from something or someone in particular, and, to be honest, I did not want that thought to become a reality. I am not ready for any tags.

'He said he 'was' married!' My mind reminded me but the way he was running was telling me otherwise.

The thoughts were taking a toll on me. I gazed out of the car to look around but it was pitch dark; there was nothing I could see, and Ethan was not saying a word about where he was taking me. 

'I don't want to be-' I couldn't dare complete the sentence, nor was I able to, and there were cars standing in our way as if they were there to stop us.

Ethan stopped the car, and the men got out of the car one by one from their cars, walking close to us.

I glance at Ethan with fear. Yes, I am scared for myself as well as for Ethan. This is not how we would want to die. He is for God's sake, a Walter!