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The wind whipping against my face as I ride down the highway pulls the tears from my eyes. I wipe them away with my sleeve and look up to see a sign for a rest stop. I take the turn off and park in one of the spots. I get out and stretch, looking out across the parking lot. Across from me is an older model pick up truck and I can see someone walking towards me.

“Hello there, man!” he says jovially. “Having trouble?” He points to the back of my car.

“Yeah...I think something's wrong with my wheel bearing,” I say, looking at my car and then back at him. “Do you know anything about that?”

“Oh, sure! Sure! My name's Clarence, by the way. What's yours?” he asks, sticking out his hand to shake mine.

“Adam,” I reply, shaking his hand weakly as we make contact. My stomach rumbles loudly and I shift nervously on my feet as Clarence takes a closer look at my car. “Thanks for doing this for me though...I don't want to miss my flight home tonight. Maybe you could just tell me what you think it might be?”

Clarence looks around for a moment before saying, “Well now, we can't do that until we progress through some safety measures first! You never know who might be lurking in the shadows...or worse yet, watching us right here in broad daylight!” His last words are punctuated by his sudden lunge at me and grabbing me by the throat while simultaneously pressing his forearm into my chest and pushing me backwards onto the hood of my car. The force knocks the wind out of me and his forearm is still pressed hard against my chest as he slowly starts to squeeze ever so slightly harder until I feel like something will burst inside of me if he doesn't let up soon. Finally, he lets up enough so that I can draw breath again and he begins yelling at me about how stupid it was for me to assume he would help me willingly or simply allow himself to be kidnapped so easily. He tells me that if I want any help from him I'll have to earn it. He releases me from his grip and pulls out a gun from his jacket pocket and sets it on top of the hood next to my head while he rummages around in his other pocket while explaining what "earning" means to him; essentially put simply it means whatever HE says it means...in other words: whatever he wants it to mean. After going through what sounded like a load of bullshit about how people need their balls kicked down their throats every once in a while or they'll get too big for their britches etcetera etcetera bla bla bla blah blah blah...etcetera etcetera bla bla bla blah blah blah etcetera blah blah blah etcetera etcetera yada yada yada (you get the picture)...he finally reveals what he pulled from his pocket: two handcuffs and a roll of duct tape! He cuffs both wrists together behind my back and then proceeds to drag/carry me over to one of those picnic tables near one of those tall trees where he duct tapes my mouth shut before ripping off all of my clothes save for my socks (which he decides not to remove), tying them tightly around each ankle with some more duct tape wrapped tightly around them before deciding they need something else added: bandaids!! One around each ankle, knee, thigh and then three more on my mid-section!!! OW!!! FUCK!!! That hurts!! And then still not happy with what he's done so far he whips out a pair of hedge clippers from somewhere deep within his truck bed and cuts off all seven inches of hair on top of my head leaving nothing but stubble behind! Then after wiping off the sweat from shaving off all ten inches (minus those two inches) on top of my head quickly turns his attention back down south where he uses some scissors to snip off two inches below each knee length sleeve making them into short sleeves leaving only eight inches or less remaining on each limb; then after cutting each arm free from its shoulder restraint/cuff Clarence grabs hold of each nipple roughly twisting them as hard as he can causing me pain despite how tightly they've already been wrapped in duct tape!! Next Clarence reaches into his truck again pulling out an industrial sized drill battery which he sets next to him on top of the table after connecting it to some giant fucking drill bit with a spark plug attached via some sort of extension cord which extends out beyond his reach in front of him well past where he stands bringing his face within mere inches between mine where our noses nearly touch!! He begins screaming at me right next to my ear faster than I thought humanly possible when suddenly everything goes black!!!