A shuffle of footsteps came from behind. Then, a gloved hand clamped over her mouth and an arm wrapped around her body. She tried to kick and bite, but it had no effect. Whoever was holding her was too strong and probably a foot taller.
“Relax,” he murmured.
She kept struggling. There was no way she would go down without a fight. She flung her foot forward and slammed back into his shin.
“Fuck!” he growled.
The man shifted his grip and she felt a sharp, stabbing pain in her arm.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Did he just drug her?
Her protests grew erratic, clawing and kicking and squirming.
His voice blurred into the sound of her blood rushing in her ears.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Her muscles went lax and the streetlights smudged together in a weirdly beautiful kaleidoscope of colors.
***
Jostling. Darkness. Her face was sticky and hot.
There was something covering her head. And her hands were bound behind her back.
She shifted, still drowsy from whatever that asshole had injected her with. Her shoulder ached deep into the tissue of her rotator cuff. Why couldn’t he tie her hands in front?
Willow wiggled and bumped into something as her head spun. Fuck. She didn’t want to puke into the bag on her head.
The low vibration underneath told her she was in a vehicle. On the floor.
“W—” she slurred.
The thing she bumped into moved. It was a person.
“Stay still,” the mansaid.
“W-who are y-ou?” She managed to get out.
Nothing. Why would he answer? There must’ve been more than one, since it didn’t feel like she was near the driver’s seat.
Who would want to kidnap her? Was this random? Maybe she’d finally scammed the wrong person. Sometimes the creepy guys would get extremely irate and threaten to find her, but she always used a VPN and kept her location a secret.
A sound crackled in the gaps of the cloth on her head. It was muffled, but she strained to hear what it was. Maybe a radio?
“Storm systems moving int—”
She couldn’t tell if it was her drowsiness or the shitty connection that prevented her from hearing the full message.
A couple of mumbles. Maybe it was the drug.
That pissed her off even more. Fucking assholes.
Willow moved her legs to test her level of mobility. They had only bound her wrists.
A hand held her in place along with a larger presence. Was he on the floor with her? It was hard to figure out what was where.
