I could envision us sitting there in the van in the woods and having a curious sheriff's deputy find the vehicle and investigating. I could imagine his reaction as he peers inside the van and finds two young girls tied up tight, gagged and blindfolded with what looked like a bomb at their feet. The swat team and the bomb squad would be all over us in a second. Charlette and Brianna would go to jail and we'd have to try to calmly explain to the outside world that it was all perfectly innocent and that we tied each other up like this all the time. Mom and Dad would have me sent to convent in Romania or some such thing...
These thoughts screaming in my head, I decided to step up the helpless heroine bit a little.
"Help!! Help me!" I cried at top volume.
" Shut up Penny," Lisa hissed.
" What the hell is going on back there ? " Brianna yelled.
I kept yelling until the van lurched almost spilling us over onto our side. A door slammed. Another one opened. Someone was beside me.
" Open your mouth, little girl, " Charlette growled.
I obeyed. She stuffed a wide band of cloth across my mouth and tied it snug behind my head. Over this she tied another layer of cloth, covering my mouth from nose to chin.
"Hey what did I do?" Lisa cried struggling behind me.
"Just in case you want to get loud too, sweetie. " Charlette replied.
Lisa grumbled around the gag tied around her mouth. The sound grew less as a second layer was fixed in place. She banged her head hard into mine. I squealed. Charlette slapped us both on top of the head.
" Stop that! "
We were still. Now gagged, the hostages were ready to continue their odyssey to the middle of nowhere.... The Van-ishing Act Part Two Penny and Lisa endure a lengthy period of captivity bound, gagged and blindfolded inside Charlette's cousin's van. Debra, Sara and Carol act as the rescue team. The van lurched to a stop. In spite of the blindfold, I knew we were in the shade. A drapey sort of darkness covered us. The wind rustled through the branches of the trees. Lisa flexed her hands nervously behind me. She whimpered into her gag.
The doors opened up front. I moaned in return, the heroine instincts kicking in full blown. The back doors opened, Charlette and Brianna climbed in. A warm breeze brushed over us. One of them checked the knots on our legs, bodies, gags and blindfolds.
" End of the line, girls." Charlette said with a sinister edge in her voice," Guess you picked the wrong alley to walk down. "
" Yep. Too bad for you, " Brianna chimed in. " Once we get the rest of our loot from this house, we're out of here. But don't worry, we'd never leave you two all alone out here. Here's a little something to keep you company."
She activated the bomb with a loud click. It ticked with a steady, merciless rhythm. She set it at our feet. Lisa and I began pleading through our gags, struggling in the ropes that held us. They were unmoved by our protestations, of course. Charlette was a prime villain, icy and implacable. We were doomed. Laughing, the two criminals exited the van, slamming the doors closed behind us. It was like an anvil of death, that sound. Lisa and I continued fighting our ropes, trying to force sound past our gags. Aided by Carol's super knots we weren't going anywhere.
