They say we can't leave

Chapter thirty five

The smell of burlap invades my nose. The sack of moist from mom warm mouth causing it to stick to my lips making it difficult to breath. My hands are tied behind my back with cold metal hand cuffs. My feet may have the same thing around them because I cannot move them. We have been traveling for a long time. We are bouncing up and down the bumpy terrain cause my belly to grow ill. I'm holding back vomit with each bounce. I hear a constant "click-clack" as we move. I have yelled over and over again until my throat started to burn but no one answers me. I have decided to accept my fate. I don't know where Emma is. If she is dead I would rather be dead too. The thought causes bile to rise in my throat again. I feel a hot wet tear slip down my cheek until it reaches the already moist burlap sack that encapsulates my head.

Our mode of transportation comes to a holt causing me to roll onto my stomach knocking the wind out of my lungs. I feel like a turtle on its back, I can't get myself rolled back onto my side. All I feel is the floor underneath me, it's not carpet, it's hard like wood. A pair of strong hands pull me out of the vehicle, I thrash my body trying to get loose but it's no use. I have no use of my body because of the hand cuffs. I hear voices all around me, it sounds like people are bustling by. I ask over and over again where I am, who these people are and where is Emma but they continue to ignore my pleas for answers. I smell something foul in the air, like something rotting in the distance. I hear a cow "moo" somewhere close by. I have never been on a farm before but I imagine this is what it smells like. The foul smell makes me gag.

The strong hands begin to drag me across the rocky ground I feel my legs and knees come in contact with rocks with a hard crunch causing pain to shoot up my legs. I begin to thrash again. The hands drop me to the ground hard, causing a ripple of pain to go through my body. I begin to move like a worm. I wiggle as fast as I can like a bird is chasing me. I don't get far before I feel nothing needle prick in my neck causing the world around me to grow quiet leaving me in the dark once again.