Before I can even process it properly, the engines grow louder and deeper, the sound vibrating through the car as they move closer, almost brushing against me, like they’re doing it on purpose.
My grip tightens on the steering wheel as I instinctively press the pedal, putting more distance between us.
They don’t fall back. They stay right there. Matching my speed. And then they start pushing.
One of them edges closer, just enough to make my breath hitch, the bike drifting dangerously near my door before pulling back like it’s some kind of game, while the other mirrors the movement on the opposite side, cutting off any space I have to maneuver.
My heart starts pounding harder, faster, the rhythm uneven now as I press the accelerator again, trying to break away, but they follow instantly, engines roaring louder as if they’re enjoying this.
“Stop… just stop,” I breathe out, my fingers digging harder into the leather beneath my hands.
They don’t stop.
They close in.
Closer.
Too close.
One of them swerves into my lane, and instinct takes over before I can think, my foot slamming harder on the pedal as dread crawls in properly this time, so sharp it steals the air from my lungs.
I can’t get past them.
I can’t slow down.
I can’t…
The car jerks suddenly as the wheel slips, the tires skidding for a split second. That’s all it takes, and before I can correct it, I’m forced off the road, the front dipping sharply as the car slides into a ditch with a violent jolt.
My chest rises and falls too fast, my hands locked around the wheel like I can somehow undo what just happened, my ears ringing while I struggle to catch my breath.
I push the door open and step out, my legs shaking as I look around, trying to make sense of where I am.
Trees. Everywhere. Dark, dense, and far too quiet. I’m in the middle of a forest.
The motorcycles come to a stop behind my car, engines cutting out almost at the same time before both of them get off.
For a second, my brain completely blanks. They’re tall. Black hoodies stretch over broad shoulders, the fabric clinging tightly to the shape underneath, but their faces stay completely hidden behind mirrored visors—one helmet white, the other black. I can’t see anything. Not even their eyes.
“What the fuck is wrong with you two?!” The words rip out of me harsher than I expect as I take a few steps toward them. “You could’ve killed me!”
They don’t move at first. Just a silent glance between them before the one with the black helmet slowly tilts his head, and something cold twists in my stomach.
“I told you not to tell anyone about our game,kitten.”
My stomach drops.
Oh shit! He found me!
I take a step back.
Then another.
Without thinking, I turn, trying to get back into the car, but the one with the white helmet moves faster, stepping in front of the door and shaking his head slowly.
No.
No, no, no!
