Frightened. Nervous. Shocked. Confused. Terrified.
The list was endless.
These words describe everything I felt as I was dragged into an alley and forced into the back of a maroon coloured van. I was taken kicking and screaming, although even I knew nobody would hear me. It was a gloomy, lifeless street, and the fact that someone's hand was clasped over my mouth didn't help.
There were around three male voices whispering and babbling orders to one another. All were different in their own way. One was mature, deep and harsh. Another was... Irish? And very comedic. The last was raspy, young, and slightly husky.
Before I could think any further, my hands and ankles were tied tight, and I was pushed onto a bench in the back of the van. My blindfold was removed as the sound of the doors slamming rang through my ears.
In the two front seats sat the mature one and the Irish one, both with dark green eyes. The foreigner had messy, blonde hair, and was probably in his early 20's. The driver had a shaved head, and pale skin, he must have been around 30.
My gaze rested on the human opposite me. A boy. A teenager. About my age, 17, with melting brown eyes, and sandy brown mop-styled hair. His faded blue and white checked shirt hung loosely over his shoulders, complimenting the plain grey tee and black jeans he wore. A devious grin spread across his face. "What's your name baby?"