Elena

"Excuse me," I said, leaning slightly forward, trying to keep my voice steady, "you're going the wrong way. My place is in the other direction."

The driver didn’t answer.

He just kept driving.

The cityscape began to blur past. It became less familiar and more industrial. Concrete replaced glass. Steel replaced scenery. My stomach knotted.

"Hello? Did you hear me? Where are you taking me?"

He didn't say anything.

Panic began to claw at my throat. I tried to open the door but it was automatically locked.

"Let me out!" I yelled, louder this time, louder than I had ever spoken to a stranger. Still, the driver said nothing....