March 3 2008. One year earlier.
I couldn't feel my hands. The thin ropes the man had tied around my wrist were too tight. I pulled against them until I feared I would break my arms. I lay in then back of the four door car on the floor. When ever the breaks would be hit I would roll into the seat in front of me. When this would happen The man would laugh at me.
We had been in the car for so long, maybe three hours? I wasn't to sure but, the man seemed tired. I tried to relax, but the movement made me feel a little sick. I could see the tops of trees fly by the windows. There weren't many trees, then there were none. Nothing to look at only blue sky's, no clouds either. I must have passed out because the last thing I remember was the impossibly blue sky.
The reason I woke was because the car jolted to a stop. I hit the front seats hard. The man parked the car and threw open the door. A burst of hot air rushed into the car. He got out of the car. I squirmed to try and get to the door. I was able to lean up against the seat and I could see the door. The little lever, my way out. I turned my body around, so my hands are near the lever. I run my fingers over the hard plastic and soft material. They finally touch the handle. I pull, then push on the door hard.
it opened to my surprise. Another rush of hot dry air runs past me. I pushed my self out of the vehicle using my legs. I land on red dirt, burning in the sun. I lay there for a moment before trying to stand up. I then turned onto my back and dragged myself closer to the car. I pushed my self up the side of the car and took a stubbly first step.
"Stupid fuck!" the man said, suddenly my face hurt. his fist had collided with my left jaw bone. It sent me flying. I landed back on red dirt staining it with new blood. He grabs my tied hands and pulls me to the car. He roughly pushes me inside. I lay on the seats, shaking.
"Get on the floor," he said ruggedly. I roll on to the floor not caring if I got hurt. I think I was giving up.
The man gets back in the car and starts it back up. He turns on the air conditioner. The cool air was soothing. I take a deep breath then test my fate.
"W-where are you going?" I ask, my word coming out a little shaky.
"Nowhere that concerns you," the man grunts out. I decide not to talk anymore.
He lied. This did concern me. I needed to know where we were going. I needed to be able to tell the team where I was. All I knew was that I was in the desert. Which could be in at lease five states.
The car slowed which caught my attention. He man put the car in park once again and got out. I didn't try to escape this time. The man opened the door to reveal to me a small house.
"I'm gonna untie you," the man said pulling out a knife. "Then we're gonna walk into the house all quiet like. Ya' hear?" he tells me roughly cutting the ropes off. I nod and awkwardly stand up and follow him into the pale blue house. I didn't fuss like he asked. I looked around the area we were to try and get a sense of where I was. There were only a few houses around and they looked like vacation homes. There wasn't going to be many people around. I hung my head knowing I wasn't going to be getting out of here anytime soon.
The man lead me to a small room then pushed me inside. I heard the door lock. I turned to see that the door knob was flipped. I was trapped.