Olivia
My head was pounding, the tightness of the muzzle pressing against my face made it hard to breathe, and the mask over my eyes made me worry even more. My hands were tied, the rope biting into my wrists as I strained against them, desperate to free myself.
The vibration of the car reminded me that we were moving, but to where, I had no idea. It was driving me insane. I tried to focus on the movement, the turns, the stops, trying to map out a route in my head, but it was no use. My heart was hammering in my chest, my thoughts racing with a thousand horrific possibilities of what these men could do to me.
