Hide And Seek

The Drive

I can feel the van driving over a dirt road. Each bump throws me into the wall. I try to use my feet to brace myself, but my tied hands are useless. I can't see my surroundings, can't tell where I'm being taken.
Panic is setting in. Rationally, logically, I know that it won't help. No one can hear me scream, no one is around to help me. But I scream anyways. I scream and thrash and slam into the sides of the van.
Shouts come from the front of the van.
"You better fucking stop," my kidnapper yells.
I don't stop.
The van is slowing down, drifting to the side.
I feel it pull over, and fall silent.
I think I can hear my heartbeat in my pounding chest as the front door of the van opens.
Footsteps are making their way toward the back of the van.
I can hear the door open.
I bite my lip, drawing blood. Pressing myself into the corner, I begin to cry silently. I can't hear anything, and I can't see what's happening.
A slap across my face startles me, and I cry out in pain. I huddle closer into the corner.
"You gonna stop?" he yells.
I whimper.
"I said, are you gonna fucking stop?" he screams.
"Y-yes," I whisper.
"Right fucking answer."
I think I hear him withdraw from inside the back of the van, but I don't dare move a muscle until I hear the door slam shut and the engine roar to a start.

Time escapes me as we drive on. I stay silent, waiting in fear. Questions buzz in my brain. Where am I going? What will he do to me? How can I escape? Will I survive?
Exhaustion eventually overcomes me, and I drift into an uneasy sleep where nameless monsters haunt me. They search for me, and when they find me, tear me limb from limb. I watch it in my head. I feel it, feel the ripping of muscle and tearing of skin. But I do not process it in my head, see the images but from a stranger's perspective. I am numb.
I wake to the back door of the van being opened, and rough hands dragging me out.