The man slammed me onto the hard ground of the van.
"Ow," I said.
"Quiet, you. Dylan, hand me the duct tape."
The van started moving.
"Where.....where are you taking me?"
Duct tape was placed firmly over my mouth.
The man climbed on top of me, heavy.
"Now don't say a word," the man repeated.
I didn't see how I could.
"I have what we need," the other man, who I presumed was Dylan, said.
"Ok."
I wondered what he meant.
Something sharp was pushed into my arm then everything went fuzzy.