The Enjoyment In My Kidnapping

Chapter 2: That ride

I found my self in the back of the van freezing and alone. All I could hear is the tires bumping on every little piece of gravel that we hit. Eventually we stop and I hear him get out of the van. There's this music playing and I hear other cars parking. I believe we're at a gas station. I try to look out the windows but it was too dark and the windows were tinted pitch black. I hear the engine turn on and the car door shutting. We are on the road again and I can barely see the street lights that we pass by through the windows. I crawl over to the crack of the two double doors and I look out to see another car behind us. I try to pry the doors open with my hands but they won't budge. I feel around for something heavy in the van and I found a tool box. I take some pliers and I shove them in the crack and try to open the doors. It bends the space between the doors just enough to shove my fingers through! I put them through and wiggle my fingers as much as I can but nothing happened. I feel the car swerving to the right and my body slams against the side of the van, leaving me with bruises on my arm. The car comes to a brutal stop and my body flings to the front of the van. He gets out of the van and swings open the back doors. He grabs me and slams my head against the window. And takes the tool box and slams the doors. I'm left with a splitting head ache and my forehead is bleeding. I just sit there, in the pitch black praying that someone will find me and help me before he hurts me again or even worse kills me.