Clarke's POV
All I remember was black.
I was pulled into a van and had a bag shoved over my head and all I could see was black.
I opened my eyes and could see nothing, I only felt the drift of my body as the van turned a corner.
I heard the door slide open forcefully and light shone through the bag, the room around me still distorted. I couldn't make out where I was, I could only feel the firm harm pressing my wrists together behind my back, forcing me forward. My balance was off due to the bag and I stumbled through wherever we were going. I knew I had no way out and no chance of escaping so I silently agreed with myself that I would comply with whatever they wanted.
My wrists were freed and the hands that were holding them together came down on my shoulders forcing me to sit on the chair that appeared behind me.
