He bent down, seemingly trying to reach under the seat. After a moment, he straightened up. “Sorry, miss, my arms are too thick. I can't reach your phone. You'll have to get it yourself."

Just then, Callie's phone rang again, likely her dad calling. She had no choice but to force herself out of the car.

As Callie approached the front of the car, the driver remained in his seat, showing no sign of moving. She asked him softly, "Sir, could you please move a bit?"

The driver retorted mockingly, "Move? Where should I move to? There's plenty of space for you to manage."

Unbeknownst to Callie, her delicate and innocent look kindled something dark within the driver.

The driver had a preference for fragile, gentle girls, and Callie's soft, trembling voice unknowingly excited him.

Callie was unaware of his thoughts. All she knew was that her phone was still ringing under the seat, possibly her anxious father trying to contact her.

Frightened, Callie wanted nothing more than to fetch her phone and contact her father. Finding no other way, she crouched down beside the car and reached under the seat, but she couldn't quite grab her phone.

As she hesitated, the driver coldly instructed, "You need to come inside to get it. You won't reach it from out there."

Fearful, Callie knew she couldn't enter the car as she would have to kneel uncomfortably close to him. Even with boundless courage, she wouldn't dare. Sensing danger from the driver, she murmured, “I... I'd rather wait for my dad where there's more light." Then, she rose, turning to escape.

Suddenly, her hair was yanked, and the driver pulled her back into the car, cursing, "You little brat! How dare you defy me when I tell you to come in?"

The pain was sharp, and Callie cried out, “Please don't do this! My dad is waiting for me. Please..."

"You'll never find your dad here." The driver laughed menacingly.

"This isn't the right road. You'll never find him here. But there's a daddy right here for you. Call me daddy, and I won't hurt you."

Tears streamed down Callie's face as she pleaded, "Please, you're committing a crime. Please, you can't... Let me go. I promise I won't tell anyone," she begged the driver desperately.

“Crime?" The driver scoffed. “A pretty thing like you out so late is practically an invitation." He leaned closer, his breath hot against her skin. “Whether it's a crime or not, I'm going to enjoy myself. Right?"

The driver spoke truthfully about his nearby residence, feeling assured that no one would interrupt his despicable deeds in this secluded area.

Callie, weakened, found her clothes being ripped by the driver as she persisted in pleading. "Please, let me go. I won't say anything, I swear..."

“Release you? Not until I've had my fill," the driver declared, securing the car doors and reclining the seat for easier access.

Tears streaked Callie's face, her expression filled with despair.