posted on Aug, 11 2008 @ 11:32 AM
Faith woke with a start, but in total darkness. She realized she was in a
moving vehicle, probably in a trunk, because the jostling and swaying
was unmistakable and because she could smell an engine's exhaust fumes.
She tried to move but her movements were constricted by some covering.
A bag, or sack of some kind, and she was tied up in it ! Reaching down to
her ankles, she felt for her knife that was always strapped to her lower
calf, it was there ! But she couldn't bend enough to pull it free. The burlap
bag would not give an inch and she found her face ground into the hemp
so tightly that she saw stars. Her head began to ache and she realized that
the carbon monoxide from the exhaust might be getting to her. She
rested, then tried something new. This time she flipped herself sideways,
and slowly brought her knees up towards her chest. As the sack tightened
around her face again she pulled the knife free and slit upwards. The bag
gave, and she was greeted with even more exhaust fumes as she cut
In seconds she had popped the trunk from the inside, holding it securely
so that it would not be noticed by the driver. Now it was just a matter of
waiting for the right time. If the vehicle slowed down enough, she'd jump.
If it stopped, she'd be gone. She waited, trying to suck in as much fresh
air as she could to clear her head.
Just as she was about to give up and jump out from the moving vehicle
anyway, it began to slow. She heard the sound of a train getting closer
and closer. As the car slowed to a stop, she rolled out, hitting the ground
quite hard. She continued to roll until she felt herself rolling downhill, over
the bank. At the bottom she was up and running, heading back home.