It all happened so fast. Sylvia was walking down the street, heading back to her flat after classes, when the van suddenly pulled up alongside her. The 22-year old coed had mere moments to react as the door of the van was thrown open and strong hands reached out to grab her. Before she was even fully aware of what was happening, the young brunette had been suddenly yanked back inside, the door slammed shut and the van sped away.

 Inside the van, Sylvia had only a vague impression of masked figures looming over her, wrestling her to the ground as she struggled for all she was worth. A rubber ballgag was thrust between her teeth and strapped on tight. Then everything went dark. A heavy sack, of some thick, rough material, was pulled over her head.

 Her captors twisted her around, rolling her onto her belly. Ropes were quickly wrapped around her wrists and ankles. Sylvia screamed into the interior of her hood. Her exertions left her gasping for air and for nothing, the ropes were unyielding. The thick cloth of the hood let in only a trickle of air and soon the inside became hot and musty. Sylvia felt like she would suffocate. She shook her head, desperate to shake off the hood, but like the rest of her bonds, it remained firmly in place.

 Caught up in this misery, she barely noticed the progress of the van, until it suddenly came to a halt. The door was slid open. The kidnappers lifted their helpless prisoner out of the van, supporting the young woman between them. Sylvia grunted and groaned through her gag, choking for air in the suffocating atmosphere of the hood.

 Finally, at last, she was pressed down into a chair. A hand grabbed the bag and pulled, yanking it up off her head. Eagerly, she gulped at the fresh air, cold against her sweat-drenched face. It was only once the immediate threat of suffocation had passed, she could take notice of where she had been brought. Sylvia gulped, almost wishing the bag was still on...