You feel the road bump as you lazily open your eyes. Tight rope holds your hands together and before you can even process anything you hear a boy…

“Is this like a trafficking type thing?” He asks dryly and only for a grunt in response from someone in the front seat…

Finally you manage to get your eyes open. There’s a girl beside you and the boy you heard all tied up… there’s a man driving and a girl in the passenger seat..