The whole package

I’m sitting in the back of the box van with my mouth duck taped and my hands tied behind me with zip ties. There are three other girls with red puffy eyes wet with tears. Their faces contorted into expressions to describe exactly how I’m feeling: terrified. They are tied up just like me with a chain around their zip tied hands holding them to the side of the van. I try to slide forward only to clarify that I’m chain to the wall as well. I lift my head to glance at the girls but as soon as I catch the eye of the red head I saw in the bathroom I begin to sob uncontrollably. I can’t breathe through my nose, and my mouth is duck taped, I began to hyperventilate and see spots. The girls around me begin to panic thrashing towards me demonstrating a deep breath, pleading for me to understand. I understand, but I don’t see how a kidnaped girl tied to side of a van can calm down and breathe easy.