Yet another day, walking out the door of my average apartment into a chilly winter day. A blue jacket and hat saving what was left of my assaulted body heat as I walked along the Grey, industrial wasteland that led the way to my job at the mill. This however was not a normal day, as I would find out seeing that when I approached the battered, red brick wall littered with spray painted insults and boasts I saw a unmarked, Grey van which looked like it was about to fall apart. Even then, I thought nothing of it just another delivery truck making it's rounds or a friend visiting another who lived in that particular building. I walked past the van and continued on my way until I heard the door of the van sliding and the clack of high heeled boots following me. Before, I could turn around I felt a pain in my neck that made my whole body go numb, despite this I could still see and was surprised to see a group of women in tight, leather jumpsuits (like those secret agents wear) were responsible for my attack. They drug me into that van and although my vision was unfaltering, my hearing faded and came back, faded and came back. When I tried to speak it came out bumbling, gibberish from what I could hear, so I even stopped attempting that. I sat viewing the world, not as a participant but as a passenger to a unknown fate.
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