Just as Oakley was about to answer, a big black van pulled up next to us. At first, I thought it was just parking in front of the pizza place we were currently passing, but then the door flung open and three tall muscular guys dressed in all black jumped out. Before I could even react, there were hands covering my mouth and arms all over my body, pulling me into the van. My adrenaline spiked, and I instinctively looked to Oakley for help and to see if he was in trouble too. But no. That ass was laughing. Laughing! He thought it was funny that a group of guys were literally pulling me into a van and I was going to end up on an episode of Unsolved Mysteries. If I survived this, I was going to fucking murder him.

“Help!” I screamed. I started thrashing my body as hard as I could manage while two impossibly strong men lifted me off the sidewalk and put me in the van. I reached out for Oakley. Was he in on this? Did he arrange to have me fucking murdered because he was tired of working with me?

I kicked one of the dudes manhandling me in the groin, making him keel over on a groan. “She fucking kicked me in the dick!” His voice sounded oddly familiar.

“Dale?” I squealed.

The van door was locked shut, and I slammed my body against it, determined not to go down without a fight. I was going to end them. I would burn them alive and dance on their graves.

“Everything is fine,” a voice said at my back.

I spun around to see three large dudes in their underwear. “What the fuck?” I cursed.

“It’s the annual hazing. All freshman football guys have to do it,” the largest of the bunch said with a groan. He had scratches all down his arm, like his captors struggled to grab him.

“I’m not a freshman football player!” I screamed. “I do not consent to this! Where are they taking us? What are they going to do?”

A shorter guy with a buzz cut and dark eyes spoke up. “Please stop screaming. We are literally in a metal cage, and your shrill voice is echoing everywhere.” I was going to murder the entire team. Plain and simple. “It’ll be over quick. Oakley gave us strict instructions to watch over you,” he added.

Oh, so that made this alright?

“I still don’t get it. Why am I here? Where are we going?”

The van started moving, and I fell down on my ass with a thud. Oh my God, I had so much work to do, and I did not have time for this bullshit.