Moana
When the three hooded men came and ripped me out of the car, the only thing on my mind was Ella’s safety. Even as they zip-tied my wrists, put a sack over my head and shoved me into a van then sped off with me as their hostage, I only thought about Ella. If anything happened to her, I would never forgive myself.
The men were speaking to each other in hushed tones, which I could hardly hear over the sound of the car speeding and my own heavy heartbeat.
“Where are you taking me?!” I shouted, struggling against the zip ties around my wrists.
“Shut up.” One of the men smacked the side of my head through the sack, causing me to see a flash of light and leaving my head reeling. It wasn’t hard enough to leave any lasting damage, but it still hurt. It scared me and made me whimper out of
