“Let me go, you bastard!” I shouted, but surprise, surprise, Mike didn’t listen. Instead, he pulled me away from the clearing and through the woods. Dragging me through the brambles and brush, Mike didn’t slow until we reached a quiet residential neighborhood. A large red van was parked across the street. Mike marched over and opened the door, shoving me towards the open door. I cried out as a couple of men grabbed my arms, ignoring that I was obviously hurt, and pulled me inside. Anna sat across from me with a satisfied, smug grin.
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