“Uh oh! Uh oh!” The masked man panicked this was the first victim and he had kidnapped the wrong person. “Shit shit — I’m sorry — look, I’m new— I know yell at me all you like I’m sorry— I can’t really pull over — we’re getting chased by cops!” His grip on the steering wheel was an iron grasp swerving through cars.

You had been bounded and gagged and angrily yelling at him through a muffles. Every swerve managed to knock you into the side of the van.

“Sorry! Sorry! Hold on!”