Work Attire/No one saw the men grab you. You're on your own.
From Create Your Own Story
You have no idea long you spend in that car trunk, but it seems like hours. You continue to struggle for a while, then see if you can scream for help. You very quickly realize that your tight gag, plus the noisy rust-bucket car you are in, drown out or muffle any sounds you can make.
When that doesn't work, you look around. You are facing the rear of the car. Laboriously, you roll over so that you can see the front of the trunk. It's dark here, and therefore hard to see, but by now your eyes are used to the darkness, and you soon figure out that the men planned ahead. They cleared anything you could use to get free out of the trunk.
You roll over again until you are facing the back of the car. It is hot in this car trunk, yet you are shivering. You are lying on a rough metal surface, which is digging into your arm and your body in several places. You try to adjust your position, but there is no way you can get comfortable.
What's going to happen to me?, you think. Actually, you have a pretty good idea what sorts of things will happen to you, and only hope the men will let you go afterward.
You spend most of the rest of the long trip struggling with your bonds. You have already figured out that they are tight, and you don't have much hope of getting free, but you want to do something. It's difficult, of course. The rope is tight and expertly tied, and your hands and arms are numb. You also try to get the gag out of your mouth, but that, too, is unsuccessful.
Finally, the car slows down, then stops. You can tell, by the dim light that filters through cracks in the trunk, that it is late afternoon by now. You have been locked in this trunk for several hours.
The engine shuts off. The silence is loud in your ears after how long you've been hearing that sound. Then, click, and the trunk lid comes open. You look up, blinking in the light that now floods your prison. The men are standing looking down at you. You scream at the sight of them, a reaction to your fear-filled time as a prisoner.
One of the men grabs you and lifts you out of the trunk. He carries you down a short path. You look around, trying to get some idea of where you are.
You are:
| Status | ||
| Day | 3 | Clothing |
| Health | Terrified and bound | |
