She hadn't walked along a road like this since her childhood. The road was isolated, hardly any traffic, nothing more than a single old jalopy in ten minutes. She liked the silence, the open sky, and the smell of fresh cut hay.

Then a van came by, one of those vans with curtained windows and lurid colors on the outside. It slowed down as it passed Angela, and then it stopped about fifty yards ahead of her.

She continued walking towards it. She could see a farmhouse off on the right and she felt completely safe. What could happen out here at two o'clock on a Sunday afternoon?

The back of the van opened and a man and a woman got out. They looked at Angela and she felt even better because of the woman. A woman meant it was safe. She continued walking. Before she passed them, they smiled and the woman spoke to her.

"Need a lift, honey? Why don't you climb in?"

Angela thanked them, but told them no. They blocked her way and she was suddenly afraid. Now she realized she was all alone out here.

"Please, just let me pass."

The woman laughed and opened the back of the van. The man grabbed Angela's arm. She struggled. The woman came to help the man. They forced Angela into the van and then climbed in after her. The woman pulled the door shut. A second man was up front behind the wheel. He called back to them. "Okay?"

The woman answered. "Okay, Moose, get going."

Angela cowered on the carpeted floor of the van. She could feel her head spinning. She thought she was about to faint, but it didn't happen. The van was moving now and there was no way to get out. The people who'd forced her inside had the door blocked off.

The woman smiled at Angela. She was about Angie's age and pretty. She wore a tank top and one of her arms had a metal band around it.