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The vehicle came to a sudden halt sending me tumbling forward. My head hit what I was guessing was the hard metallic floor of the vehicle, but with a bag over my head I couldn’t be entirely sure. I heard a door slam, and assumed that whoever was driving had gotten out. The freezing winter air suddenly whooshed through me like a ghost fading through walls, and the urge to push down my rising shirt became very prominent, but lucky me my hands were bound. Gloved hands gripped my arms and yanked me upwards. I was taken out of the vehicle very rudely if I must say so, and the bag was ripped from my head.