Little was I aware of the dangers ahead of me. Little was I to know
that the guy I prided to be with was a psycho and that he had targeted
me as his next victim!
The date started off with a scrumptious meal. He often gave me his handsome,
charming smiles and glances as I kept shying away.
Then came the moment when the plans laid for my victimization had to
be implemented. After the dinner, as planned we were to go for a ball
dance for which he drove me down to a mysterious building.
The car screeched to a halt and I was asked to step out. Next, before
I knew, he quickly got back into his car and drove off.
I was completely stranded. Calling out for help seemed in vain. With
no visible alternative in hand and as scared as I was, I took shelter
in the collapsing building till the next morning. Favor and luck were
granted upon me in the form of a lift back home in a car.
The knowledge of my ex-date's reputation to have ditched many such dates
transpired to me.
I only thanked my stars to have returned home alive!
