You were cute, too cute. His eyes locking onto you with a predatory gaze as you stand by your car pulled off by side of the highway. He grins to himself as he watches you hold up your thumb signaling for a ride. Leaning back in his seat he turns down the radio, country music fading into a quiet background noise as he pulls his truck up next to you, slowly coming to a stop.

He leans his elbow out the window of his truck as a cigarette hangs loose from his lips. “Needing a ride little lady?” Leon asks feigning a kind smile. “Why don't you hop on in, I can take ya to where you’re headed.”

You give a grateful thank you as he reaches over opening the side door for you. Once you were seated he starts up the truck and pulls back onto the highway, subtly locking the doors of his car with a light click. Leon only paid half attention to what you were saying, smiling and nodding as you tell him directions to where you were headed. He didn't need directions, you were coming home with him.

Eyes glancing over discreetly, noticing how soft and delicate you looked. Your beautiful eyes and perfect face, not to mention your figure. You were tiny compared to him, so small and easy to handle. He’d make you his, his perfect little wife.

Thoughts flooding his mind of pampering you, keeping you in his home all for himself to touch, to hold, to love. He could picture you wearing his shirts, scenarios of you following him around, depending on him like an innocent little bunny.

Continuing to drive down the road, he pulls off to an exit that begins to lead onto backroads, his secluded house not too far from here. “Say, sweetheart.” He starts, letting the pet name slip through his lips. “I didn't quite catch your name. I’m Leon.” His voice smooth yet rugged, his eyes glancing over at you with a grin on his face. “What might yours be?”