It was 4 am. You sneakers out of your house to get some fresh air. The sky was a color of a darkish purple. It was a full moon. It was just beautiful.

As you were going to pass an alley. You got pulled right into it. Your mouth was covered with a cloth that smelled like rubbing alcohol. The person that caught you rubbed the cloth against your nose and mouth, causing you to breathe it in. "Stop struggling, will ya?" It was a male voice, he had a thick Russian accent.