The man slapped him across his back, causing their hostage to jump. He siezed the opportunity to blindfold him, purposefully tying the knot hard. Their view would be obsecured nicely. The hostage said nothing. He was used to it. His captor grabbed his arm tightly and led him forwards out the door and through the grass. He heard a van's door open and he was half thrown inside, half expected to leap up the step himself. The door was slammed shut after him. He shook nervously, making to pull the blindfold off from over his eyes. The van was windowless, it wasn't like he'd be able to see where he was going. But someone else's hand stopped him. He should only be too used to it.
"There there," came the person's voice, "It's a short trip."
He felt the man ruffle his hair, and he tried to slide away to the other side of vehicle. An arm grabbed him around the chest and he sat, frozen and blindfolded, as the van began to move.
"Where are we going?" he managed to breathe.
"You'll find out."
Following these words, he felt the sharp pinch of something being drawn into the skin on his upper left arm. As he began to feel groggy, he knew what it was. The man ejected the needle as his hostage felll unconcious to the floor of the van. Then he took hold of the knife beside him, and cut through the young man's left wrist.
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