Sarahs POV
The van finally came to a hard, grinding halt, the sudden deceleration throwing my limp body forward until I slammed brutally against the metal backing of the front seats. A cry of pain caught in my throat as the impact rattled my already aching ribs.
Up front, the woman just laughed—a short, sharp sound completely devoid of empathy. I heard the click of the ignition turning off, followed by the squeak of the driver's side door swinging open.
My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. I was breathing hard, my chest heaving against the suffocating fabric of the burlap bag, knowing with absolute certainty that she was coming around to the back for me.
My mind raced, spinning in terrified circles. Who was this person? Why was she doing this to me? The memory of h
