When I woke up, I couldn’t see anything. I yelled, trying to uncuff my hands, but I was blindfolded.
I heard a low, rough voice saw nearby, “Stop thrashing, kid. We aren’t going to hurt you.” But I knew that was a lie. I knew only because of Grant and the woman.
Then the blindfold was ripped off. I stared, wide eyed, at my surroundings. I was tied to a tree. A tree, for Pete’s sake. And no, I do NOT know anyone named Pete.
I heard footsteps behind me, and I tried to turn around, ending up smacking my face into the trunk of the tree.
“We’re going to take care of the man and the woman,” Muttered a soft voice that slurred the words. I heard the reply, which was simply, “Fine. But bring them both back alive. Use the Taser or chloroform, it doesn’t matter.. The boss wants those two alive.” I pondered that statement. Only then did I realize I heard the roar of a motorcycle headed off.
Screaming “NO!” at the top of my lungs for several minutes, I saw a rag being tossed at me. Soon enough, I was knocked out….