**(Leah"s Perspective)** After an eternity of jolting, the van stopped. I was dragged out again, a musty-smelling hood yanked over my head. Then stumbling down stairs, into air that was chillingly damp. I was shoved into a space, and the heavy, final sounds of a metal door closing and locking echoed around me. The hood was ripped off (the action no less rough). I squinted, slowly adjusting to the gloom. A basement. Small. Only a filthy, barred window high up let in a sliver of light. The walls were stained concrete. The floor was cold and damp. Nothing but a foul-smelling bucket in the corner. "Let me out! Who are you?! Why are you doing this?!" I threw myself at the heavy door, pounding, screaming. Silence from beyond. Only my own echoes bounced back, making the terror worse. I was cold,
