Chapter Nine
Classes continued through September and into October. Life was good, until I left class the day before Halloween. As I got to the parking lot a white cargo van pulled up.
“Hey man,” the driver said, “Can you tell me where Snyder Hall is?”
I leaned into his window and started to give him directions. Suddenly two guys grabbed me. A heavy black bag was pulled over my head, as I was pushed into the side door of the vehicle. As the door slammed shut, the van quickly sped away. While one guy held me down on the hard metal floor, the other quickly tied my hands behind my back before pulling my feet up, putting me into a really tight hog tie.
“Please let me go,” I begged.
“Fat chance, slave. You’re going to be the main entertainment for tonight’s Halloween party. We have a really
