I remembered hearing a loud bang, then a sharp pain erupted throughout my body. Everything went black, but I could hear the sound of car doors opening and slamming.
I felt a warmth of liquid running down my face and the sensation of being picked up. My mind spun; everything was a haze.
"Get him in the van," a female voice said. It sounded awfully familiar.
"He's bleeding from his head. Are you sure we didn't hit him too hard?" another voice asked.
"What do I care? We're probably going to kill him anyway. What's the big deal?" the female voice replied.
I hazily remembered being tossed into the black SUV. The soft leather rubbed against my skin, then the engine started, and the vehicle began moving.
In my haze, I tried to sit up, but I only collapsed onto the person beside me. I remembered the softness of their skin and the sweetness of their scent before being pushed off.
"Dummy, you're going to get blood all over my outfit. Just stay still, would ya?"
