With my hands tied behind my back, I couldn’t get the hood off.
A volley of silenced shots collided with the van wall close to my head. More silenced shots were fired outside. There were running feet. Punches and kicks were landed. There were yelps and screams of pain. A body smashed into the side of the van. Something hit a body hard. There was a crunch. A bone cracked. A shout of pain was silenced with a snap.
I waited, holding my breath, not daring to make a sound.
No one entered the van. I couldn’t hear or feel anyone near me.
Suddenly something grabbed my ankle and hauled me over the van floor. Then I was yanked out of the van. I landed on my feet. A blade sliced through the ziptie binding my wrists.
I waited a second for my rescuer to whip off the hood and say something, but nothing happened.