Cynthia Dion: 

"What are you doing?" I screamed when he pushed me into the car once more, and this time he succeeded, rolling inside with me.

He took off his belt and, while forcing my back against the seat, tied my hands behind my back after turning me around.

"HELP!" I yelled as soon as the realization hit me. I couldn't overpower him. He still managed to secure my hands and then made me sit down, fastening the seatbelt on me before he sat in the driver's seat in ...