Scream

As his right arm tightened around me, pinning my arms to my sides, my previously quiescent skin lit on fire once again, feeling like I've been dropped onto a hot skillet and nearly blinding me with pain.

With my arms pinned to my sides and my skin burning from the manhandling, I did what my body wanted and screamed at the top of my lungs, hoping that someone in the assorted nearby buildings, or even passing on the highway ahead would take notice and investigate.

Unfortunately, I could only scream for so long before I was forced to stop and take a deep breath. When I did so, I felt the man's hand slam over my mouth and, a split second later, his fingers pinched shut on my nose, leaving me gasping impotently for air.

I don't know how long it took, but he held my nose closed, despite how much I bucked against him. And, eventually, my vision went black.