She wished now, more than ever before, that she wasn't just human. She has no magic; she had nothing that she could do. She watched as he scrolled through her phone, as he texted someone - she doesn't realise she'd managed to even get a text out, just that he pressed a bunch of buttons and then took the battery out of the phone, and she could feel her heart sink even more, tears streaking her cheeks and the back of the hand of the guy who held her.

She was carried to the van and she wasn't struggling because she knew - she knew that the threat about the man carrying her snapping her neck was real. The moment that the man's hand left her mouth she tried to talk, to plead with him. "Please, I didn't do an-" And then her mouth was covered in duct tape, and all the only sound she could make was a low sob as she tried to curl herself up into a ball, nodding when he said he'd hurt her. He'd hurt her, and no one would know. No one would even know she was gone.

It's her worst nightmare. What's happening, it's her worst nightmare. No one will ever know. She'll just be gone. She's just gone.