She shrieked wordlessly, pulling at the rough-hewn rope
tied expertly about her wrists. She could feel them chafing under the soft fur,
burning from the hours she'd spent struggling. For all that, they hadn't budged
in the slightest -- she was still bound and gagged, a hood over her head to
restrict her vision. The two furs in the front seats entirely ignored her, as
they had been since she had come to a while back.
She was more bewildered than scared. Nothing had prepared her for this. Silent tears
ran down her cheeks, wetting the dirty gag tied into her mouth.
Her best guess was that she was in the ratty old van that had pulled up to the
curb while she was on the way home from school. The hick of a fox in the
passenger seat had motioned to her to step closer, that he needed directions and
wanted her to show him on his map. Like the trusting bunny she was, she'd gone
right up to him, right within range.
She scowled at the thought -- the bastard had actually punched her! He'd thrown
open the door, grabbed her by the ears with one paw and then punched her with
the other, right there on the sidewalk not three blocks from her house. Hadn't
there been people around? Why hadn't they done something? She hunched up one
slim shoulder and rubbed her aching jaw to it through the coarse material of the
hood. Her long, velvet soft ears itched under it, and flexing them did no good
-- they were pinned.
The ride was bumpy, and with her paws pinned at the small of her back she was
unable to stop herself from slamming into the side of the van now and then. They
had to be on one of the back roads heading up into the forest; no road anywhere
around town was this rough.
She might get a clue if they'd just talk. But of course they were both sitting
up there, smug, not saying a word as they drove her further and further away
from home. Neither of them even bothered to stay in the back with her. It made
her angry that they were so sure of her helplessness that they didn't even
bother. Problem was, they had a right to be.
No matter how much time she spent twisting her head, wrists, arms and body, she
couldn't even begin to loosen her bonds. She was tied and blind, unable to do
more than squirm uncomfortably as she cried softly to herself, bumping along at
their whim.