One night, I left the library and had just turned onto the street behind my dorm when a van stopped in front of me.
The side door slid open, and three men grabbed me at once. One clamped a hand over my mouth while the others dragged me inside.
It happened too fast for me to scream.
They pinned me to the floor of the van, pulled a black hood over my head, and tightened plastic zip ties around my wrists until they cut into my flesh.
"Is this her?" someone asked.
"She matches the photo," another voice answered. "The boss said she doesn't come back alive this time."
My heart plummeted.
Vanessa.
The van drove on and on. When it finally stopped, they dragged me out and threw me onto the concrete floor of an abandoned warehouse.
Someone yanked off the hood. The harsh light made me squeez
