First Struggle

He slapped his hand across my mouth as I tried to scream and free myself from his grip. I dug my nails into his arm, trying to pry it away from my face. My heart hammered angrily against my chest as I panicked for my life. I dragged my feet, trying and failing to glue them down as he led me struggling and stumbling forwards towards the white van that was waiting. No! I was not going in there!

I managed to swing one arm out behind me and whack him into his side and was half twisted out of his clutches and I thought I might have a chance 'til I discovered he had accomplices. One slid the door open with a bang and I caught sight of another waiting inside the back for the prey. My own captor however had regained his grip on me at my slight distraction and lunged - by that, I mean practically threw me like a tennis ball - me into the back of the van, where I hit my head hard against the metal. I tried to scramble up as I heard the door slam behind me and was halfway there when I felt the sharp stab to my arm. I looked up to see Accomplice No. 2 with needle in his hand, grinning at me as I let out a cry before my body became weak and I was overcome with darkness.

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