When she came to again, it was with no small amount of pain. Groggy, she lifted a hand to her head, and found her wrists bound. The panic started again, but this time, she kept breathing through it and tried not to let it overwhelm her. The first thing she noticed was that the man who'd taken her was still with her. The second was that she was in the car she'd tried so hard to avoid. The third, and this was with some relief, was that Errol wasn't here too. It was a very, very good thing that he was safe. With any luck, none of the people involved with taking her knew that he'd even been in the store with her. She could hope that he'd be untouched.
"Where are you taking me?" she asked - and it came out in a thready whisper, despite her attempt to demand. Her head hurt. She didn't lift her hand, this time.