The smell of a cigarette lingering. A piercing and sharp migraine settling right behind my eyes. I slightly groaned in pain. The pinch nerve in my back started to work up to my neck. I could feel the bruises on my legs swelling. I continued wince in agony. My hands were tied behind me in zip ties. No one up front heard me. Nor even noticed I was waking up. Trying to gain the strength to look out the window but just my luck it’s tinted on both sides of the window. All I could do is whisper “fuck” to myself. The last thing I even remember is being at the farmers market. I was at the freeze dried candy pop up shop. Now I’m in the backseat of a Volvo. A newer model; maybe 2018. Possibly needing brakes and wheel alignment. It’s pouring raining. The headlights are beaming. No indictions if I’m still in Michigan or not. Just a countryside road and some folks ignoring that there’s a person tied up in their car. I have not seen these two but I know I smelled that cigarette before. The driver is slender and short with a tattoo of tiny bird on his wrist. Passager is a woman from the looks of it. Brown shoulder length middle part wig. Very pale skin and a deep red lipstick. What the hell is going on..

One of their phones ranged and when they picked up. Now they speaking in another language. With the migraine I had I couldn’t understand a word they were saying. Besides “Next Stop.” I will not be dying at no rest area.