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Chapter 2

It's a very bumpy and uncomfortable ride. I cry silently to myself. I can't move. I can't see anything. I can't shout for help. And I have no idea where I am.

They talk as they walk, but their voices are muffled by the suitcase.

I hear a car and it stops. I begin kicking and squirming, just making noise, hop on the driver notices and pulls over.

The suitcase comes to a complete stop and is laid down. I relax a bit. I'm saved!

I scream through my tape gag. To my relief, the zipper moves.

The top of the suitcase opens and three faces peer down at me: the guy I chased, the guy who shoved me in this tiny prison, and the guy who I guess drove the car.

When the stranger doesn't help me out, I get confused. I look up as they look down.

"¡Oscar y Carlos! Muy bien," car driver says, reaching down and stroking my cheek. "Ella es muy guapa."

I cringe at his words and the three men look at me in shock.

"Can you understand Spanish?" Car man asks in broken English.

I nod.

They look at each other. Clearly they didn't expect that. They turn away and whisper. I can't hear what they're saying, which makes me worried.

I liked it better when they thought I only spoke English.

But now they aren't paying attention to me.

I awkwardly roll out of the suitcase and onto the pavement. I have no idea where I am, but that doesn't stop me from awkward getting to my feet and running.

I run as fast as I can, careful not to trip because with my hands bound behind me I can't catch myself. And as car-man says, I'm very pretty. I don't want to mess up my face.

I run down the road. I glance over my shoulder. They're still talking. Then, one of them looks up and points at me.

One starts running but the car man shouts and I hear, "No, Oscar! ¡En el coche!"

Crap. I keep running but hear the van doors slam as they start the engine.

I turn and run off of the road, hoping it will slow them down.

Brakes squeal and doors open and close.

A few seconds later, someone crashes into me and we tumble to the ground. I writhe and kick, but without the use of my arms it does basically nothing.

The guy who tackled me, Carlos, sits on my legs and leans forward. He puts his hand on my head and pushes towards the ground.

Dirt gets in my eyes as he leans in close to my ear and whispers, "You should not have done that."

I close my eyes and wait for him to hurt me, but he doesn't. Instead he stands up and hauls me to my feet. They shove me towards the car.

As we approach the black van with extremely dark tinted windows, Car-man stops me and roughly brushes my check. Then my chest.

I recoil at his touch, but when I move he slaps me. He brushes dirt from my chest and stomach and legs before shoving me into the car.

"What?" He asks after Carlos and Oscar roll their eyes. "It's a new car!"

"Whatever, Juan."

They climb in the car. Juan drives, Oscar sits shotgun, and Carlos sits uncomfortably close to me in the back.

I stare out the window. I hope someone is looking for me by now. People go about their daily lives and I'm being kidnapped. Not fair.

I begin to cry, making awkward sob sounds through the duct tape, as I realize nobody knows I'm missing. My professors and friends think I'm on a plane home and my parents think I'm in school. Nobody has any reason to believe I'm missing.

Crying intensifies.

"Knock it off!" Carlos groans.

I lean forward in the seat, taking deep breaths, and lean my head against the seat in front of me. Leaning back hurts my arms.

Finally, I go to sleep. After all, it's better than staying awake in this hell.

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