Buried Freedom. Lost. (phantasm)

chapter 3

Well it's taking Leo so long . I should call him.
I try to open my eyes but it's so heavy, my head feels 10 times heavier, my frenzy hair is getting too heavy, I should cut it soon. It's more than that, I feel heavily sedated.
  This felt like when the doctor first diagnosed me with excessive intake of oxycodone lased with Fentanyl. I could have sworn it wasn't lased with shit.
   After much struggle my eyes open half way but my vision is hazy.
I'm definitely not in the field,or in my mom's ecosport titanium ,neither is it her expedition platinum, did She buy a new car. This is not a car, it feels like a van with all the excessive galloping . A big fucking ass van.

What's going on? am I dreaming?. If that's the case then what sort of dumb dream is this.

First thing's first, where's my phone?.
The pain is unbearable on my back when I try to move, It makes my eyes snap open. I'm in a van, it sure as hell is a stinking one, with an unbelievable amount of people.
My hands are tied with chains at my back, it's bruised.
I would have concluded it's a surprise from my mom but she'll never go this far to prank me, she hates when I get a little scratch. So that brings me to the nagging question,
where the fuck am I?!.

I take in a deep deep breath remembering my mom's words "whenever you find yourself in an environment you don't know be quiet pay attention and don't you dare be scared"

Sorry to disobey your orders dear mom but I'm scared shitless.

"Shut up", a very terrifying male voice snaps me out of my thoughts ,the shivering girl whimpered and shut her eyes as tears flowed.
I kinda hoped that my classmates  cared and tried to get me to go to a club and socialize, but no I've been kidnapped.
Again.
"don't get me angry or you're all going to die" the man said it like he deathly meant it, but he didn't, he just wants money, guber.

"How much do you want?" a female voice asked rather valiant.
He laughed wickedly alongside the remaining armed fierce looking men. Armed with all sort of weapons but no guns.
They were 9 of them insight, one look at them sent shivers down my spine .

"Come here let me tell you how much" he dragged her up and dipped his hands in his pocket.

Fuck! he's going to kill her. panic arose in me, but my eyes remained fixed on her.

He brought out a lighter and lit her long black wavy hair, she's white but nicely tanned.
She screamed bitterly and tried to escape from his tight grip, she wailed like she was loosing life.
she managed to scream "let me go".

"Okay m'lady" he grimaced and shook her rougher, laughing with satisfaction when she begged.
"What did you say baby" he asked in a mock horror

"Please!" she hurled as he dropped her recklessly on the floor, stamping on the remnant of her hair to take out the fire just as another man brought the fire extinguisher and took the fire out with one long puff.
Okay I've been kidnapped before but this is definitely different. They don't want money and they're not society high class enemies.

Who are these men?and what's their mission?

The smell of her hair perfumes and oil and smoke chocked me.

My inhaler.

I struggled to breathe ,the girls beside me noticed my struggle but they seemed disgusted by it . They looked like they wanted to tell me to shut up, understandable considering the fact that they've been peeing on themselves.
One of the men noticed and decided to make a good joke about it to his partners.
These illiterates have never seen an asthmatic patient before ,do i look like fucking Mr Beans. The harder I struggled the louder they laughed.
  After all I've been through, this is not the way to end it, in the hands of these lunatics. So that's it,such was the petty chronicle of my life?? No way in hell.