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Authors: Kate Ward
behind. I continued to bang against the top of the trunk door, hoping that I might be able to unlock it. It was futile. The thing wasn’t going to move.
Suddenly the car swerved and came to a halt. It was still idling. This was it. I braced myself for the moment the person unlocked the trunk. I was going to try and kick them. I heard the door on the car open, close and footsteps came around. Then the door unlocked and there they were.
“Shut the fuck up.” She punched me several times in the face.
It was a woman’s voice. I didn’t know it. But it was definitely a woman.
“Let me go. I will give you money if that’s what you want. Just don’t hurt me.”
She laughed and slammed the trunk closed. I was bathed in darkness again. Her door slammed and the car pulled away. I don’t know how long we drove for. It could have been an hour or more. I had always heard people saying in movies how they were able to trace their way back to where they were taken by remembering the turns that the car took. Who were these people? There was no way you could do that. I hadn’t a clue where I was right now.
I suddenly remembered I had my phone on me. It was in my back pocket. I shimmied onto my side and put my hands back through the hole that I had created in the taillight. Whoever had tied my hands had only used a piece of cloth. It was in strips. I began rubbing it against the metal. Back and forth until it began to tear. Then I was able to pry my hands loose. Once I had them loose I reached for my feet and undid them. Then I grabbed my phone out. The light filled the inside of the trunk with light. I tapped in 9-1-1, but there was no signal. Wherever they were taking me obviously was out of range of any towers. I couldn’t even get one bar on this damn thing. I had to know where I was. Get to somewhere where I could make a phone call. Was Mia behind this? My mind started rushing through all the people I greeted at the last event. Was this lady from South Carolina? Was she from Alabama?
The thought of my life ending this way was something I could have never imagined. I didn’t want to die at the hands of some deranged woman.
I wouldn’t. As soon as she opened this trunk again, I was going to fight for my life.
Chapter 5
I had never given much thought to being kidnapped. Growing up in a small town it just wasn’t one of those things you expected to happen. You would hear about it on the news, read it in the papers and find yourself watching a movie at night that featured someone being taken. But the idea of it happening seemed ludicrous.
But here I was, jammed inside the back of someone’s trunk, bumping my way down some unknown road, towards some unknown location. I didn’t even know what time it was. I tried not to hit my head on the trunk lid but I’d already done it several times. My mind was overrun with thoughts of what they were planning to do. It was a woman, but I fully expected to see a man. There was no way that a woman alone could have pulled this off. I tried to remember my last thoughts before I had put my head down. I had a headache. I had taken pills. I had been given water on stage. Could the water have been spiked with a substance that put me out? I didn’t recall anyone’s hand being placed over my face. No one had been lingering outside the tour bus. Security wasn’t watching the tour buses, they were concentrating on anyone getting backstage.
How had they done it? It was of little concern to me now. My survival instincts were kicking in. Fear was trying to override and block the idea of escaping. It wanted to freeze me in place. Prevent me from escaping. What did she want with me?
I had seen her face. I was at the mercy of my kidnappers. They could possibly kill me at any moment.
I began to wonder how long I had been inside this trunk. How long had I been out of it? For all I knew I could be halfway across the country, or on my way down to Mexico to be sold as a sex slave.
I was hungry. My
Suddenly the car swerved and came to a halt. It was still idling. This was it. I braced myself for the moment the person unlocked the trunk. I was going to try and kick them. I heard the door on the car open, close and footsteps came around. Then the door unlocked and there they were.
“Shut the fuck up.” She punched me several times in the face.
It was a woman’s voice. I didn’t know it. But it was definitely a woman.
“Let me go. I will give you money if that’s what you want. Just don’t hurt me.”
She laughed and slammed the trunk closed. I was bathed in darkness again. Her door slammed and the car pulled away. I don’t know how long we drove for. It could have been an hour or more. I had always heard people saying in movies how they were able to trace their way back to where they were taken by remembering the turns that the car took. Who were these people? There was no way you could do that. I hadn’t a clue where I was right now.
I suddenly remembered I had my phone on me. It was in my back pocket. I shimmied onto my side and put my hands back through the hole that I had created in the taillight. Whoever had tied my hands had only used a piece of cloth. It was in strips. I began rubbing it against the metal. Back and forth until it began to tear. Then I was able to pry my hands loose. Once I had them loose I reached for my feet and undid them. Then I grabbed my phone out. The light filled the inside of the trunk with light. I tapped in 9-1-1, but there was no signal. Wherever they were taking me obviously was out of range of any towers. I couldn’t even get one bar on this damn thing. I had to know where I was. Get to somewhere where I could make a phone call. Was Mia behind this? My mind started rushing through all the people I greeted at the last event. Was this lady from South Carolina? Was she from Alabama?
The thought of my life ending this way was something I could have never imagined. I didn’t want to die at the hands of some deranged woman.
I wouldn’t. As soon as she opened this trunk again, I was going to fight for my life.
Chapter 5
I had never given much thought to being kidnapped. Growing up in a small town it just wasn’t one of those things you expected to happen. You would hear about it on the news, read it in the papers and find yourself watching a movie at night that featured someone being taken. But the idea of it happening seemed ludicrous.
But here I was, jammed inside the back of someone’s trunk, bumping my way down some unknown road, towards some unknown location. I didn’t even know what time it was. I tried not to hit my head on the trunk lid but I’d already done it several times. My mind was overrun with thoughts of what they were planning to do. It was a woman, but I fully expected to see a man. There was no way that a woman alone could have pulled this off. I tried to remember my last thoughts before I had put my head down. I had a headache. I had taken pills. I had been given water on stage. Could the water have been spiked with a substance that put me out? I didn’t recall anyone’s hand being placed over my face. No one had been lingering outside the tour bus. Security wasn’t watching the tour buses, they were concentrating on anyone getting backstage.
How had they done it? It was of little concern to me now. My survival instincts were kicking in. Fear was trying to override and block the idea of escaping. It wanted to freeze me in place. Prevent me from escaping. What did she want with me?
I had seen her face. I was at the mercy of my kidnappers. They could possibly kill me at any moment.
I began to wonder how long I had been inside this trunk. How long had I been out of it? For all I knew I could be halfway across the country, or on my way down to Mexico to be sold as a sex slave.
I was hungry. My
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