On the lonely road, the van screams to a stop, and the crunch of dirt beneath the tires breaks the night's quiet.

Cordelia is pulled out like a bag of trash as the back doors fly open.

A new surge of pain shoots through her shattered limbs as her body thuds to the ground.

Her voice is hardly discernible as she lets out a feeble groan.

In the gloomy light, one of the captors leans out of the van, his face a vicious mask. He sneers, "Maybe not really well, but you're still alive. Think of it as a gift. Keep us from regretting it and coming back for your...