My head is pounding as I feel myself awaken. Slowly my eyes blink open. Reality is setting in as I take in my surroundings. I am sitting in the back of the van. The floor is metal and cold. I see Dylan lying, knocked out, across from me. Two of the men who grabbed us are gathered near the front of the van and one in the passengers seat and one driving. I can feel myself fading in and out of consciousness but I catch snippets of their conversation.

“Woah! Watch the road!”

“Yeah he said not to draw any attention.”

“Do you want to drive??”

“God! Would you all just relax?”

“Relax?! How? This is a literal disaster!”

“Yeah wtf are we supposed to do with her?”

“He’ll know what do.”

“He’s gonna be pissed.”

“Yeah no kidding”

“Um guys…”

“What”

“I think she’s awake”

I slowly look up to see a man standing over me. He couldn’t be more than 25 years old. I get a sick feeling looking at him.

“Well hello there.” He says lowering himself to meet me at eye level.

“Wh-what do you want?” I try to sound brave but it doesn’t seem to work.

“Oh darling, I want so many things.” He smirks and places a hand on my knee.

I gasp. My whole body tenses as I flinch. I push him away and quickly scoot back.

He loses balance and falls back. He laughs,

“Ha ha feisty one huh?”

“Stop it Colin”

Another man around the same age as Colin, maybe older, moves quickly toward me.

I back up until I hit the back door of the van. He looks at me with angry eyes. “Restrain your wrists” he demands. He tosses me zip ties.

“No please-“ I beg.

“NOW” he pulls out a gun and points it at me.

My heart drops.

“WOAH MITCH” the driver, using the rear view mirror, yells.

Mitch is unfazed and unmoving.

His rigidity gives me chills. Shaking, I find the zip ties on the ground and start to tie my hands together. I use my teeth to tighten them trying to give myself room to escape.

I am still shaking and can’t take my eyes off of the gun he’s holding. He holsters it back in his waistband and noticing my escape plan he tightens the zip ties so tightly I wince at the pain. Then Mitch pulls out another rag and holds it to my mouth and nose. I try to squirm away and pry his hand off. He holds the back of my head putting more pressure on the rag. I try to hold my breathe to escape as long as I can but it’s no use.

“She’s a fighter, that one” Colin says.

My vision goes black again.