Jared's world was now a full shady blur of motion, pain, and blind scared panic.

The van swerved through the streets, making quick turns that kept sending his tied up body sliding across the metal- like floor of the van.

Beneath the thick brown bag that was suffocating his vision, his voice was up although raw from yelling.

“Who the hell are you?! What do you want?!”

None of his captors replied him.

“Do you know who my father is?! He will hunt you down!”

That was a lie, his father ...