Finishing The Deed (Book #2 of Trails of a Psychopath)

Where are We?

Chapter Two

"I became insane... with long intervals of horrible sanity."
- Edger Allen Poe

~Rachel's POV~

This isn't real...

They just threw me in the back of a van and drove off. I tried to keep the tears at bay, i really did, but they just kept coming and I gave up. One of them sat in the back with me and the other two were riding in the front seats. The person turned to me, their grip tightening on my shoulders.
The radio was blasting in the van, keeping me
from crying out for help. It was late at night, I knew no one would hear me anyways. My hands were throbbing from the cords wrapped around my wrists. I was reminded that I was trapped.

Again.

The one sitting with me just stared, their gaze making my skin tingle. Or maybe it was from the circulation that was getting cut off in my hands. I turned my head, seeing out of the smudged glass window in the back. The trees went by in a blur, looking like crooked arms reaching out to grasp us by their fingertips.
I pressed my back against the wall of the van and let out a shaky breath. My feet were tied together with metal wire that dug into my skin. I bit the inside of my cheek and looked down, struggling to stay still. Sweat was trickling down my face, this van was like a heated oven.
My heart was pounding inside my chest as they turned the music down. They continued to drive, leading us farther and farther away from the team and from the people I cared most about. The one in the passenger seat turned to stare down at me.
The radio was just a small buzz in the background now, a slight noise. The van was then filled with an awkward silence except for the hum of the engine and the occasional car passing by.

"Sweetie, you are never going back to them. Your father was the one who cared for us when we were in the institution. He visited us almost every day. He gave a shit about us when no one else did. Every day we would come up with ideas to escape and your father was the guy who finally made it happen.
All that medication, all the abuse, all the judgement and pricks in white coats. No more. They all deserve their throats cut-"

The driver put his hand on the other's shoulder, cutting them off. I was confused, this one's voice sounded higher, almost feminine. I still couldn't see anyone's faces, so I was at a loss.

"Save your breath, baby. Karma always gets them back. Look on the bright side, we have his worthless little brat of a daughter now, don't we? Introduce yourself, babe."

The passenger chuckled and agreed, pulling off their hood and mask. Bright red hair messily curled around her pale face. The light in the back of the van gave off a dim yellow light, just enough for me to see.
Dark brown freckles covered her cheeks and nose. She was clearly beautiful but the way she looked at me was unsettling. The man who was sitting right beside me had let go of his grip on me. He was leaning against the wall as well, looking at me with his hood up and shadows covering his face.

"W-Where are we going?" I risked asking, my voice shaky.

The two looked at me and I swear if looks could kill, I'd already be dead. I wanted to fade away and melt into the ground, never to be seen again. I took the silence as my answer and looked down. My bare feet scraped along the rough floor of the van, making the bottoms of my souls black with dirt.
The van was mostly empty except for multiple blankets scattered on the ground. I finally noticed a pistol and some knives laying on top of the blankets. I eyed them nervously, what were they planning to do to me?
There were writings and drawings scratched messily into the walls of the vehicle. Some in different languages, ether carved or scrawled. I was scared out of my mind, almost too scared to move.