The van is hot and sweat trickles down my face.

Bump…bump…bump…bump…

We pulled to a stop and I heard gravel crunching under the tires. I’m at the second location. I was dead now, and there was nothing I could do about it.

I hear the door hastily open and shut and I wince. I can’t think like this. I have a family I need to get back to, I could fight. He was so strong when he grabbed me, no matter how loud I screamed. I was still loopy from the chloroform he gagged me with. The door flies open and the sun beats down on me. My unmasked kidnapper now stood before me, his icy blue eyes telling me all I needed to know. “I’m going to give you a chance to tell me why you deserve to live, and if that fails my sweet, you can run.” He says with a hauntingly light tone that sends shivers down my spine. “Please don’t kill me.” I try to say but the gag soaks up my words like a sponge. He places his rough hand on my cheek and caresses my face with my thumb as he takes the gag down. “What was that?” He says with a smirk as he drags me out of the van and I fall to the earth. Gravel imprints and sticks onto my cheeks and my shirt as he drags me to my feet. “You’ve got-“ He taps on his Apple Watch and starts a timer. “A minute. Make it quick.” He puts his hands under his chin like a little school boy paying close attention to the teachers lesson. “I’m someones daughter, I’m someone’s sister, I haven’t even lived yet I-I haven’t even kissed a boy-“ My voice croaks and tears slide down my face. I start to shake and he reaches out to touch me. “I know who you are Clara Barnes, tell me why you should live.” I swallow the lump in my throat and continue, shallowly breathing and still shaking. “I-I could do great things but you’ll never know if you kill me. I-I could cure cancer, I could make you normal again. I deserve to live! You don’t have the right to take that away from me!” I yell at him, my voice still hoarse. “Well, times up.” He laughs, “you better run my dear!” I take off, not just for me, but for my family. I’m someone’s daughter, someone’s sister, and someone’s friend. I can’t die on them and I won’t die on them, so I run.