The man settled back and put the car into reverse.

"Where we headed then?" he asked.

"Down to Armitage Road and then onto Heath Bank please," she smiled gratefully at him.

His phone bleeped loudly as he set off.

"I don't even know your name," she commented with embarrassment.

He chuckled and didn't answer her but instead pressed a button on his door causing the doors in the car to lock. She looked at him questioningly trying to ignore the alarm bells that had started sounded in her head.

"Surely you don't think I'll jump out the car do you?" she laughed nervously.

He turned and grinned at her, "Oh I don't think that will be a problem Layla."

Her heart stopped and she froze in fear. "How do you know my name?" she whispered?

Suddenly he swerved over to the side of the road and stopped the car. Before she could question his actions yet again he surged forwards and pinned her with one hand to the throat. She clawed at his arms, trying to scratch him beneath his jacket and kicked out wildly. The grip around her delicate neck intensified and she choked, feeling her lungs compressing inside her chest.

He was so strong. Her arms were weakening and her legs started to feel heavy. He was rummaging in the glove compartment now. With one last effort she drew her knees up and kicked him hard in the chin.

"Agghh! You bitch!" he cursed. He reached over and squeezed her throat with even more force, clamping her nostrils together. Her eyes widened and she desperately clawed at the door. His face wasn't so friendly now.

"Sir... I'm so sorry," was her last thought before her world turned black.

I'm alive she marvelled as she started to come round. She tried to open her eyes but they wouldn't work. She concentrated harder but her head was spinning. She attempted to blink but still, everything was black. Trying to remain calm she attempted to lift a hand to her face. Her wrist pulled at something and refused to budge. She pulled again, harder this time and heard a vague clank. She tried the other arm. The same thing happened. A loud sob escaped her lips and she tried to pull both hands up at the same time. They held fast and something cold and solid pressed into her wrists.

Next she tried to move her legs. It was pointless. They were restrained just as tightly as her arms. Oh god she thought, where the hell am I? It was then she shivered. A cool breeze bit at her bare skin and with a howl of despair she realised she was naked. The hard wooden floorboards beneath her cruelly pressed into her soft skin. Her eyes weren't stuck shut, they were covered. She struggled and writhed against the metal encircling her wrists and ankles- fiercely twisting her body back and forth, trying to lunge upright.