The van door slammed shut and the city disappeared.

I had been walking from the pharmacy to my apartment, keys already in my hand, when the dark vehicle pulled up beside me. Two men stepped out. One of them covered my mouth before I could scream. The other took the keys and my phone. Everything happened in less than fifteen seconds. No one on the street even turned their head.

Now the van smelled like leather and cold air. My wrists were zip-tied in front of me. A black blindfold covered my eyes. The engine hummed beneath us for what felt like forty minutes before the vehicle finally stopped. Hands...