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"Don't you kick around back there. If you kick me and make this car go off the road then we both die."

Thomas yanks at his bonds and lets out an angry and hopeless groan. He tries his best to articulate words but it's no use. It's all hopeless. The kidnapper looks at him struggling in the rearview mirror.

"You know, I picked this car because if someone gets close enough to the tinted windows it just looks like a child fussing in the backseat. Kinda funny, I guess. Nobody's gonna pay attention to us." He yells against the cloth in his mouth and she smiles curtly. "We'll take the back roads, yeah? Escape the traffic."

The plastic saws into his wrists with every fighting move he makes. If there was only a single zip tie, he'd be free easily, he'd seen the movies and youtube videos to escape kidnappers. This kidnapper was smarter and more careful.

"In a little while I'm gonna switch cars, alright? I'm going to blindfold you. I'm warning you so you don't freak out too much and hurt yourself some more." He exhales and turns his body to glare at the woman, causing the zip ties to pull his skin more. His face is a mix of fury and desperation.

She pulls over in a construction site. There's dirt everywhere and not another person around for several blocks. Thomas tries to look out the windows to see where he's been taken but the woman climbs into the backseat and pushes him down. She pauses with her hands pinning his shoulders down and looks in his face for a minute. She smiles at the terrified confused look he gives her and then takes a black cloth out from a duffel bag under the seat. He panics at the sight of it and puts up another fight, refusing to lose his sight, kicking and yelling. She slaps him hard across the face and growls low in his ear.

"You better fucking stop that or I'll hit you again." Paralyzed for a split second, he inadvertently gives her the chance to cover his eyes and haul him back. The minivan's automatic door opens, revealing the rest of the construction site. It didn't look like anything at the moment, but it was probably going to be a school. Over by some storage containers was a little white car. The woman pushes Thomas out the door and he tumbles to the ground, grunting upon impact with the dusty gravel. She cuts the ties around his ankles and shoves him in the direction of the car. He stumbles to his feet and starts walking. She still has her knife so he doesn't try anything. He can't see shit anyways. She pops the trunk. It's the tiniest thing ever. He tries to shake off the blindfold but can't. He has no idea what he's about to be put into. He pulls against her grip, but she's not having any of that and pushes his head in first and lifts his knees in after him. With a little bit of work, he fits in pretty snugly.

"I'll be right back" says the woman and shuts the trunk door, despite Thomas' fearful protest. He can hear her trudge back to the minivan and then back to the little car. She's walking around outside for about 5 minutes, but in the hot dark musty claustrophobic trunk, it's like 5 hours. Nobody knows he's deathly afraid of spaces exactly like this. He panics and kicks against the lid, screaming for someone to let him out, tears soon wetting his cheeks and soaking into the gag and blindfold. He can't take it in there. The moment she hears him, she opens the trunk again and sits him up quickly. He's panting and crying real hard this time.

"Hey, hey, Thomas, you're ok. It's ok," she says as she loosens his gag a little bit and wipes the tears off his face. "I'm sorry. I won't leave you in there. I can't take off your blindfold or anything, I'm sorry, but I promise I won't make you go in there again."

He sobs softly. She helps him to the backseat. The zip ties had rubbed his wrists raw and it was beginning to sting badly. The woman jogs back to the minivan, grabs the duffel bag and jogs back. Thomas was staying still as she wound soft white rope around his upper arms, securing them down to his sides. She uses the same type of rope to make cuffs above the zip ties around his wrists, and once that's tied off, she cuts the plastic from behind him. Then she ties his legs together above the knees and at the ankles, this time tying the rope at his ankles to a bar under the seat. She takes a cloth from the bag and puts it over his lips to muffle the whimpers coming from behind his cleave gag. The woman stops, looks at what she's done, pats the boy on his shoulder and goes away from him to finish her work. After removing all traces of either of them from the minivan, she locks the doors and drives away in the little white car.

Calmer now, Thomas tests his new bonds. He pulls at them again and again. He's more comfortable, but still stuck with this stranger. He spits at his gag, trying to say something to her. She glances at him through the mirror a few times, trying to figure out what he wants to communicate. She shakes her head at him and shrugs.

"Hey, kiddo, I'm sorry that happened. And I can't let you talk just yet. Uh. We'll be driving for a long time. Just sit tight." He yells again, shaking his head. He jerks his arms and opens and closes his fists.

After a while on the road, he gives up on squirming. All that is heard from the backseat are pants and occasional groans. Maybe a pitiful sob. The kidnapper drives the rest of the way in silence.

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I can't keep a consistent drawing style with this series lol ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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"Don't you kick around back there. If you kick me and make this car go off the road then we both die."

Thomas yanks at his bonds and lets out an angry and hopeless groan. He tries his best to articulate words but it's no use. It's all hopeless. The kidnapper looks at him struggling in the rearview mirror.

"You know, I picked this car because if someone gets close enough to the tinted windows it just looks like a child fussing in the backseat. Kinda funny, I guess. Nobody's gonna pay attention to us." He yells against the cloth in his mouth and she smiles curtly. "We'll take the back roads, yeah? Escape the traffic."

The plastic saws into his wrists with every fighting move he makes. If there was only a single zip tie, he'd be free easily, he'd seen the movies and youtube videos to escape kidnappers. This kidnapper was smarter and more careful.

"In a little while I'm gonna switch cars, alright? I'm going to blindfold you. I'm warning you so you don't freak out too much and hurt yourself some more." He exhales and turns his body to glare at the woman, causing the zip ties to pull his skin more. His face is a mix of fury and desperation.

She pulls over in a construction site. There's dirt everywhere and not another person around for several blocks. Thomas tries to look out the windows to see where he's been taken but the woman climbs into the backseat and pushes him down. She pauses with her hands pinning his shoulders down and looks in his face for a minute. She smiles at the terrified confused look he gives her and then takes a black cloth out from a duffel bag under the seat. He panics at the sight of it and puts up another fight, refusing to lose his sight, kicking and yelling. She slaps him hard across the face and growls low in his ear.

"You better fucking stop that or I'll hit you again." Paralyzed for a split second, he inadvertently gives her the chance to cover his eyes and haul him back. The minivan's automatic door opens, revealing the rest of the construction site. It didn't look like anything at the moment, but it was probably going to be a school. Over by some storage containers was a little white car. The woman pushes Thomas out the door and he tumbles to the ground, grunting upon impact with the dusty gravel. She cuts the ties around his ankles and shoves him in the direction of the car. He stumbles to his feet and starts walking. She still has her knife so he doesn't try anything. He can't see shit anyways. She pops the trunk. It's the tiniest thing ever. He tries to shake off the blindfold but can't. He has no idea what he's about to be put into. He pulls against her grip, but she's not having any of that and pushes his head in first and lifts his knees in after him. With a little bit of work, he fits in pretty snugly.

"I'll be right back" says the woman and shuts the trunk door, despite Thomas' fearful protest. He can hear her trudge back to the minivan and then back to the little car. She's walking around outside for about 5 minutes, but in the hot dark musty claustrophobic trunk, it's like 5 hours. Nobody knows he's deathly afraid of spaces exactly like this. He panics and kicks against the lid, screaming for someone to let him out, tears soon wetting his cheeks and soaking into the gag and blindfold. He can't take it in there. The moment she hears him, she opens the trunk again and sits him up quickly. He's panting and crying real hard this time.

"Hey, hey, Thomas, you're ok. It's ok," she says as she loosens his gag a little bit and wipes the tears off his face. "I'm sorry. I won't leave you in there. I can't take off your blindfold or anything, I'm sorry, but I promise I won't make you go in there again."

He sobs softly. She helps him to the backseat. The zip ties had rubbed his wrists raw and it was beginning to sting badly. The woman jogs back to the minivan, grabs the duffel bag and jogs back. Thomas was staying still as she wound soft white rope around his upper arms, securing them down to his sides. She uses the same type of rope to make cuffs above the zip ties around his wrists, and once that's tied off, she cuts the plastic from behind him. Then she ties his legs together above the knees and at the ankles, this time tying the rope at his ankles to a bar under the seat. She takes a cloth from the bag and puts it over his lips to muffle the whimpers coming from behind his cleave gag. The woman stops, looks at what she's done, pats the boy on his shoulder and goes away from him to finish her work. After removing all traces of either of them from the minivan, she locks the doors and drives away in the little white car.

Calmer now, Thomas tests his new bonds. He pulls at them again and again. He's more comfortable, but still stuck with this stranger. He spits at his gag, trying to say something to her. She glances at him through the mirror a few times, trying to figure out what he wants to communicate. She shakes her head at him and shrugs.

"Hey, kiddo, I'm sorry that happened. And I can't let you talk just yet. Uh. We'll be driving for a long time. Just sit tight." He yells again, shaking his head. He jerks his arms and opens and closes his fists.

After a while on the road, he gives up on squirming. All that is heard from the backseat are pants and occasional groans. Maybe a pitiful sob. The kidnapper drives the rest of the way in silence.

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I can't keep a consistent drawing style with this series lol ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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