About a year ago, Jason and his sister Kiera were walking along a local, secluded beach after the sun had gone down. The pair had a tradition of going to the beach together every other saturday since they were young. This particular walk was no different than any other. They laughed, and she kicked some sand at him. The cool, soft sand hit his legs and slid down as he retaliated in turn. Kiera took off running down the beach, looking behind her as Jason gave pursuit. Without warning, Kiera tripped and fell face-first into the sand. Jason accelerated to a sprint and knelt next to her. Upon rolling over, he found her to be unconscious. Before he could administer CPR, he felt a large hand on his shoulder. He turned around and was greeted with a fleeting glimpse of a droopy, grey face, followed by a fist.

Kiera came to first, and found herself in the bed of a pickup truck, with a topper on it. She looked around, and saw that the windows were tinted black, and there was a sheet of metal covering the back window of the cab. She looked down beside her and noticed Jason laying next to her. She frantically called his name and tried to shake him awake, only to find herself gagged and her hands bound. She fell on top of him. The jostling of his sister woke Jason, slowly. When he opened his eyes and sat up, the first thing he saw was his sisters eyes wide with fear. Her mouth was covered by multiple passes of duct tape, right around the back of her head, covering her shiny brown hair. Her wrists were bound in a similar fashion, as were her ankles and knees. He looked down and saw he was bound identically. He shuffled over next to her and pressed himself against her. Her breathing was rapid and heavy, his was forcibly calm.

The truck slowed turned onto a gravel road. The bed of the truck was silent, save the crackle of gravel under tires. After a long while, the truck slowed to a stop and the driver's door of the cab opened. Kiera looked to Jason, stricken with fear, as though she knew what was about to happen. First, the lower panel of the bed lowered, revealing a black shirt, stretched over a stomach, tucked into blue jeans. The colours were separated by a brass belt buckle adorned with a longhorn skull. Kiera tried frantically to back herself further into the corner, while Jason sat stoically. The back hatch of the topper opened next, revealing the same face Jason saw briefly before being assaulted. His shoulders and arms looked fat, but one could tell this man was no softy. The man was bald, with dark, sunken eyes, and a large, bulbous nose. He had a days growth of grey stubble around his chin.

"Out," he said, in a low voice. "I'm only asking once." Kiera let out a muffled scream and began to sob uncontrollably. Jason looked over to her for a moment, catching her eye. He held her focus for a moment before shuffling over to the end of the truck. He was on the verge of being in the same state as his sister, but for her sake he forced calm on himself. The man watched boredly as he slowly made his way over the edge of the truck and stood on his bound legs. "Now you, sugar. I ain't gonna hurt you," he said. She looked over to Jason, who nodded his head once. She shuffled out of the truck, and upon standing, the man produced a box cutter and severed the tape around both their legs, but not before linking their wrists with a set of handcuffs. It was now late at night, and through the moonlight he lead them down a gravel path with his hand on the links of the cuffs. Jason, thinking half rationally and half with panic, attempted to make a break for it. He made it precisely one step before the man jerked hard on the handcuff link, sending both Jason and Kiera to the ground. "That was really stupid, pal. Up ya's get," the man droned as he hoisted the two on to their feet. Keira weakly stomped on Jason's foot as if to call him an idiot.