Kidnapping

Sienna’s POV

My head throbbed like someone had cracked it open with a hammer. Everything was dark. The air was thick with the smell of fuel, metal, and something sour—like blood and sweat all mixed together. I tried to move, but my arms were pinned behind me, wrists burning from the tight ropes. My legs were tied too, and I was lying sideways on a cold, hard floor that vibrated every time the van