Ned Hillsdale's heart raced as he and Stacy were roughly thrown from the back of the van, the harsh gravel of the ground biting into his skin as he struggled to orient himself. The air was thick with tension as he strained against his invisible bonds, his senses heightened by the absence of sight and movement. Beside him, Stacy groaned softly, her voice strained with fear and uncertainty as she struggled to make sense of their surroundings. "Ned," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "What's happening? Where are we?" Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices