You'd taken this route a hundred times. Familiar. Safe.

The black van was parked at the curb, engine idling, its anonymity almost offensive against the cozy neighborhood backdrop. You barely glanced at it as you passed, too busy thinking about the warm bed waiting for you.

Then footsteps. Steady. Deliberate. Behind you.

Before you could scream, rough hands grabbed your arms, dragging you forward. The world tilted, and then you were shoved onto a cold, metal floor. The door slammed shut, plunging everything into darkness.

The van lurched into motion. You couldn't see a thing. But you could hear them.