“My coffee!” Hot coffee splattered on my sneakered feet.“Coffee’s the least of your problems, princess.” The man’s voice rasped close to my ear as a strong arm banded my waist, yanking me off my feet. I was pulled into a nondescript cargo van. The door slid shut, and the vehicle sped away.
What did they say on that freaking episode of Oprah? Never let them take you to a secondary scene.