Suddenly, everything went black.
Before Nia could process what was happening, a coarse, suffocating material was yanked over her head. Darkness engulfed her, her vision robbed in an instant. She gasped, panic surging through her chest, but the thick fabric muffled her scream. Her instincts screamed at her to fight, but before she could react, rough hands grabbed her, unrelenting in their grip.
"NO! LET ME GO!" she tried to yell, her voice raw and desperate, but it came out muted, drowned beneath the oppressive mask. Her heart thundered wildly, each beat a frantic plea for escape.
She thrashed violently, her legs kicking into empty space, her wrists writhing against the ironclad grip. Her struggle was futile. In a single, swift motion, her arms were wrenched behind her back, and she felt the sharp bite of plastic digging into her skin—the unmistakable tension of a ziptie being pulled tight.
