I turned over onto my back just before the man snatched up a fistful of my hair. He yanked me up, setting my scalp on fire. “HELP!” I screamed. “Let- me- go!” The man slapped his hand over my mouth and began dragging me back toward the street. I sunk my teeth into his palm but he didn’t remove it. I heard the sound of a sliding van door opening. I tried to twist out of his grip, popping my hips and neck in the process. “Get the bag!” My captor hissed. His hand was briefly removed from my face to slip a black, cloth bag over my head. He pulled a drawstring tight around my neck.