You awoke in a truck. Ropes harshly rubbed your wrists raw. The driver was gripping the steering wheel tightly, glaring out the windshield, staring at the road. He seemed rather pissed, envy flickering in his vermilion gaze.

A small whimper left your lips, muffled by a black cloth tied around your head, gagging you. The man glanced at you, his lips curving into a grin.

"You're finally awake."

He chuckled.