Sit back and see where they take me.

Realizing the utter hopelessness of my situation, I decided to sit back and see where these thugs take me. To my side, the smaller of the two men had dumped my backpack onto the floor of the van and was rummaging through my personal belongings. In the pile lay two textbooks, my wallet, my student ID, and my cellphone. The man looked at my student ID and driver's license, and said "Sarah Michilin, Junior at the University of Southern California. Five-foot-two, hundred-and-ten pounds. Damn, you have a nice body, and brains to boot. It's a shame you'll have no use for the latter where we're going." He then proceeded to handed my cellphone to a man in the passenger seat, who promptly chucked the small phone out of the window and into a river as the van passed over a bridge.

The last words he uttered sent a chill down my spine, and I sobbed the rest of the way to our destination.

The van came to stop, and the men roughly pulled me from the van. I could see I was in some sort of warehouse district, and I heard a loud horn in the distance. They were dragging me towards back room. A man holding a rifle guarded the door. As we moved closer, the larger of my kidnappers spoke up.

"We have a new item for the block. Fresh off the street!"

"Hmmm, that is one fine piece of ass. Are you sure we can't keep her here for training, at least for a few nights?" He looked me up and down with a lecherous look in his eyes.

"No, we can get a lot of money for her." Money! Did these freaks plan on selling me? Was that even possible?