"Come on," the man said. "Don't be scared of me. I won't bite. I want to help you."
"I don't think so," Charlotte frowned, staring at the gun pointed at her stomach. "A man who wants to help me would definitely not be pointing a gun at me. Don't you think so?"
"I don't think so," the man laughed. ",Sometimes the best way to help someone is to force them into doing what they don't want to do. Most times, you don't know what's best for yourself."
"And it's you who knows what's best for me?" Charlotte frowned.
"For now," the man laughed again, exposing his white set of teeth. "Yes. Now, get in the car." Charlotte knew that she had no choice but to enter in the car. She turned around and entered the passenger side of the car and the man entered into the drivers seat.
"You won't regret this decision," he smirked.
"I hope I don't," Charlotte grunted. "I really had no choice. You abducted me. You kidnapped me."