The van door slammed shut, sealing Angela in darkness.

The smell of gasoline and rust filled her lungs. Her wrists were bound tightly behind her back, rope biting into her skin. Something coarse scratched her cheek, a rough sack tied over her head. She twisted, kicking, trying to scream, but the gag muffled her cries into weak, desperate sounds.

The engine roared.

They were moving.

Her heart pounded so violently it felt as if it would tear through her ribs. Every bump in the road sent jolts ...