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When she woke, she was in a panic. Everything was dark, and she thought for a moment that the blow to her head had left her blind. As she thrashed, she felt coarse fabric scratching her face, and she realized that they had pulled a sack over her head. The knowledge that she still had her sight eased her fear, but only slightly. They had bound her wrists and ankles with duct tape, and she was unable to sit up or get her bearings. It was a utility vehicle with a gritty metal floor, and she slid back and forth, slamming into the sides with each turn.
She thought about trying to keep track of the turns so that she might be able to figure out where they were taking her, but she was so disoriented that it was no use. Besides, she had no idea how long she had been unconscious, so she had no starting reference even if she had been able to keep track.
She called out in fear once, begging to know what was happening, but one of the men kicked her hard in the leg. A moment later, he pulled the bag that covered her face up high enough to slap a length of duct tape over her mouth. Then he pulled the bag down again. She struggled to breathe through her nose, and had a moment when she thought she might actually suffocate right there on the floor of the van. She managed to calm herself down, though, and with a little focus was able to take in enough air to keep herself alive. All she could think about was protecting the baby she was carrying.
Eventually the van stopped on a rough, uneven surface, and the door opened. Two men pulled her out and carried her by her arms some distance. Her feet dragged on the gravel. They were speaking Spanish to each other, and she could hear the soft sound of water lapping on the shore. The gravel gave way to concrete, and then she was pulled onto a boat and pushed onto the floor of a cabin. She had spent most of her life on or around the water, and based on the wooden floor and the angle of the hull’s roll, she guessed that she was on a commercial fishing boat. She could smell diesel fumes and the sickening stench of fish guts, and for a moment she thought that she was going to throw up. With her mouth taped, and her head covered by the bag, she knew she would have drowned in her own vomit within a matter of moments, and she fought to keep the bile down.