[Rosalynd]
I am tied to a cold, hard chair. I think it might be one of those folding metal chairs. My eyes are blindfolded. There is some kind of gag in my mouth, making it hard to swallow. I didn't realize my mother was so afraid of me that she needed to make sure I couldn't see, speak, or move.
The floor is vibrating. I hear a low roar and feel the occasional lurch. Are we moving? Moving my head to the side, I try to hear the surrounding sounds. Do they have me tied to a chair in a van? Who does that? The van lurches forward, and my chair starts to slide. I can't believe they tied me to a chair in the first place. Why not just hogtie me like a reasonable kidnapper? What was Enchantra thinking? Was this her idea or were they just improvising?
One of the goons must have seen me move m
