It was Monday night I was going over to my neighbors' house to bring in and feed their miniature horses. It was a warm early spring day the sun was out and I was enjoying the freedom of being set free in the warm weather. I was about half way there when a black van came up beside me and stopped next to me. One second I was alone and the next two guys were jumping out of the van, one getting in front of me while the other went to my back, I did not have time to scream or do anything. Before I knew what was happening the guy behind me had my arms pinned to my sides with one arm while covering my mouth and nose with a cloth in his other hand. I tried to fight, pushing my arms away from my body as hard as I could. When that did not work I then turned to kicking, lifting one foot at a time and trying to kick him in the leg or were the sun does not shine. Nothing worked, time started to slow down I could not see right. I did not feel right either, my legs then quit working altogether and I would have fallen if the guy in front of me had not coughed me in time. My eyes began to close even though I tried to keep them open. I was then picked up by one of them; I felt the sway of him walking wandering where he was taking me. I heard someone say something but could not really make out what they had said; I felt the rumble of the person carrying me replying. My mind was going dead ever foot step taken I forgot why I should not be falling asleep, the sun felt good and the man that was holding me became my dad holding me when I was little and was too tired to keep walking when we had gone hiking one time. I felt him put me in bed before he walked off, something felt off to me my dad always stayed with me until I was asleep.
I opened my eyes for one last look to make sure that I was home, what I found brought me awake almost instantly. Instead of my windows and wall inside of my bedroom, I saw the inside of a van with the door still open and a man about to close it. I did not know the man and I had no intention of finding out who he was, I jumped up and out of the van or tried to my legs would not work the way I wanted them to. Instead of jumping out of the van I fell out, I tried hard to get up and away but it was no use. I was drugged, they had drugged me with the cloth over my face I thought as I felt the guy at the van door grab my arm and pick me up roughly. He then shoved me into the van, not being careful at all. I felt the skin on my lower legs being scraped off as he forced me into the van, I gasped at the pain but was stopped from crying out when I was shoved forward. I rolled on the floor of the van and hit the opposite door knocking all of the air from my lungs. I hear and felt the slam of the van door's being shut the shudder of the van running through me. I struggled to get air into my burning lungs, and felt a warm trickle going down my lower legs. The van then took off, the movement so sudden that it sent me rolling. I hit the trunk door with my left hand trying to stop myself from hitting the wall with too much force. I knew it was a mistake a second too late, my hand hit the wall a half second before my body did. I heard the snap of the bone, I waited for what felt like an hour for the pain to come and it did but not in the way I thought it would.
It felt like someone had hit me in the shoulder with a small stone, I do not know why I did not cry out or maybe I did all I knew was that I did not want to move. I knew from experience that if I moved I would come out of the shock and my hand would come alive with pain, I was scared of that happening. I had forgotten about the man that had put me into the van in the first place, that memory came back really quickly when he grabbed my right arm and jerked me over so that I was facing him while still laying down.
"It's not working." He growled toward the front of the van.
"Here give her this." Someone said from the front seat, handing something to the guy in the back with me. "If that does not work then nothing will." The guy with me grunted in reply before turning to me with a needle in his hand. I took one look, and began to shake my head forgetting about my legs that had started to burn and throb and arm that might explode into pain at any second or movement.
"Please no, no. No. Please." I pleaded with him but he just ignored me and grabbed my right lower arm, pulling it strait even though I tried to pull it back. He was too strong for me to pull my arm away and the more I pulled the tighter and harder his grip became. All of a sudden I just wanted to get away nothing else mattered; I jerked my arm as hard as I could trying desperately to get away from him. I then started to fight, with no thought about what would happen next I dug my finger nails into his arm while bring my upper body up and biting his hand. He let me go with a yelp grabbing his hand letting me see the red gashes that my finger nails had left on his lower arm. I turned around to get away when he grabbed my shoulder and turned me over.
"You're going to pay for that." He growled at me. It was the first time I had really looked him in the eyes and I was terrified at what I say there, it looked like he wanted to rip me apart. Before I know what was happening he had grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled up so that I was sitting in front of him, my drugged mind had just registered what I had done when my head swayed to one side. He had just slapped me! The thought had just entered my mind when it was pushed to the other side. My mind was coming back online and with it the pain was coming to life. My legs were burning and felt like they were on fire, while my left hand and arm exploded with pain. My head was just coming up to date with the pain, and the guy showed no sign of stopping. I do not know how many times he slapped me before he my mind allowed me to express my pain, but when it did I could do nothing but moan. He seemed pleased with the pain he had caused me because he stopped slapping me and let me slide down onto my left side, hiding my hurt arm away from him. My mind swam from the beating he had given me; I could not focus on one thing or express my pain. Both the drug and the beating keeping me from being able to think clearly, I felt him grab my right arm and once again jerk me around so that he could see my face and get to my arm I did not dare look at him so I looked toward the front of the car. I started to shake as he pulled my arm straight; I held still not wanting to get beaten again. I flinched when I felt the needle stab into my arm, it was a small pain compared to everything else I was feeling but it still was an added pain to my load. I could feel him glaring at me and shivered as he jerked the needle out of my arm. I felt the drug start to take effect; the pain began to go away and my mind began to slow down. The guy released my arm and I curled into a ball, protecting my left arm, before darkness began to slip into my sight. I shut my eyes welcoming the darkness that waited for me with open arms, my last thought was about the horses that I had yet to bring in and feed and would not be able to do and hoped that someone would do it until I got back home. It never entered my mind that I just might not make it back home ever again.
