Thud!
“Dammit, Isaac!”
I heard agitated grumbling, and then I was roughly pulled upright from my awkward position, wedged half off of my seat and half squished against the seat in front of me.
I was propped against a hard car door, and my head lolled against the window, my forehead bumping the glass.
I opened my eyes and saw burlap, but it was thin, likely cheap. I could see through it. My body ached, my wrists burned, and there was a dull, throbbing pain in the side of my neck. Although I awoke with a start, some semblance of caution forced me to stay still and silent.
It was still dark outside. By some wild stroke of luck, the car slowed and came to a halt right next to a big sign that I hurriedly strained my eyes to read through the burlap and the inky black night.
It read, “
