Un Named (Ch. 3)

Miranda was being tied up in the van, with duct tape. Her hands were placed together and quickly wrapped in the silver sticky tape. Jason grabbed regular nylon rope from a box, and grabbed Miranda's feet.1

Miranda began to panic, not sure of what these people were capable of. She kicked her feet as Jason grabbed them, kicking him in the jaw. He threw down her feet and jerked back.2

Jason began to shout, "DAMN WOMAN, HOLD STILL FOR A MINUTE!?" This caused Miranda to laugh inside her head, being sure not to even slip a single smile in front of them, especially when they held knives and guns.3

Jason grabbed her feet again, this time, without struggle, Miranda allowed him to tie her up. The rope was tight, but not too tight. Miranda found it easy to see how much Jason liked her. Shaking, she closed her eyes and disallowed the circumstances to get to her. 4

"Everything's fine.. no one is dead.." Or so she thought.5

The ride was long and bumpy. Dirt roads filled their way to destination hide out. Miranda knew it was a dirt road.. so many potholes they've hit. Her back was aching. With every hole they hit, she'd bounce on her back.. hurting her lungs. Noticing this, Jason decided he would hold her in his lap. 6

He kind of laughed, "No struggle this time? I expected to get a 'FUCK YOU' if I touched you." Miranda tried not to smile, "Um.. I gave up. Do whatever. Fucking kill me for all I care." She closed her eyes, again and sighed. Jason rubbed his fingers down her arms up and down gently, "I wouldn't kill you. Too precious and not even reason." Another sigh. This made it worse for Miranda. She thought to herself, 'More torture.. never ending.. I'd rather die.'7