Run the rest of the way home!

Realizing that the van was probably bad news for me, I decided to run the last two blcoks to my parent's house.

After sprinting about 300 feet, I tripped,on a crack in the sidewalk, stumbled a few feet, and then landed flat on my face. Before I realized what was going on, the van was now in the street just a few feet away from my sprawled body. The side door slid open, and out walked two large men. They quickly grabbed my arms and pulled me into the van, and as my current situation dawned on me, tears started to fill my eyes, while weak pleas of "let me go... let me go..." escaped my lips. One of the men grabbed a ball gag that was sitting in a nearby box, crammed it into my open mouth, and fastened it around my head.

The well-built man merely grinned and said "We're interested in hearing your screams and all, but until we reach somewhere more isolated, were going to have to ask you remain quiet." WIth those words, he attached thich leather cuffs to my wrists and chained them together behind my back.

More tears swelled in my eyes as the van sped away. I only hoped that somebody had witnessed my abduction.