torture and rape
After Janie paid for her drink, she casually returned to her car as it sat with the fuel pump nozzle still in the car's tank. Jerome peaked up at her as she stood at the side of the car removing the filler, sipping on her soda.
" Shit" he mumbled to himself, hoping she didn't spot him lying there. But she didn't. Janie replaced the filler on the pump, and after grabbing the receipt, climbed into the car, and started the engine. Jerome waited patently for the right time to make his move. He could tell by the way the car turned and braked frequently that they must have been in a residential area. When he felt the car come to a stop, he popped up behind her, and placed his handgun up to her neck.
" Don't make a fucking sound or I'll blow a god-dammed hole in you, bitch" he yelled into her ear. " Shit" Janie screamed, in complete terror. She was totally taken off guard, and didn't know what to do. She could feel the cold stainless steel barrel of his 9mm Smith & Wesson pressed against her throat. As she sat there at the stop sign, the car began creeping forward because her legs were shaking so bad, she could barely hold pressure on the brake pedal.
" Go Bitch" yelled Jerome, " Turn left here" he ordered. As Janie drove off, Jerome shouted directions as he crouched behind her, trying to stay out of sight. Janie knew then that she would certainly be killed that day. As they drove on for several miles, Janie tried pleading with her captor, but it was no use.
" Shut-up Bitch" was all he would say as they headed deeper and deeper into the inner city. The surrounding buildings had bars on the doors and windows, and graffiti was painted everywhere she looked. Suddenly, Jerome ordered her to turn into an ally behind a shabby old apartment building.
" This is it" she thought to herself. " He's going to kill me now" " Move over" he ordered, as he climbed into the front seat, shoving her into the passenger side of the car.
Janie started to reach for the door handle, when the man pushed the gun barrel into her ribcage hard enough to cause her cry-out. " Oooouch, shit" " Try that again you fucking whore, and I'll put a cap in ya" warned Jerome.
This was the first time she had actually got a good look at the man who was car-jacking her that day. He wasn't a man at all, but a teenage boy was a better description of him. He looked about 17 or 18 years old. He had very short hair, and a goatee. He was wearing long legged baggy shorts, expensive tennis shoes, and a black tee shirt. She also noticed his watch, it was a gold Rolex. " No doubt stolen" , she thought to herself.
" Get down on the floor, bitch" he screamed, pointing the gun just inches from her face. Janie did as she was told, hoping that maybe, just maybe he'd spare her life that day.
The tires squealed as he raced down the narrow ally, and the car leaned hard and bounced as he turned down the street at the end of the road. Janie had no idea where she was, but knew it was an area that she would never go into by choice.
After a couple more miles, the car slowed down, and stopped abruptly. Jerome lowered the drivers window, and another black man approached the car. " Hey, nice ride Brother" said the man, as he stepped back and admired the car.