Harlow glanced in her rearview with a frown as he spoke, turning the music down. "We might be. Let's see how far they follow us and if they still are in a few miles, I'll take a d-" She paused, her frown becoming more prominent as the car changed lanes and pulled up beside her on the highway. It matched her pace and she recognized it as one of her company cars. Before she could speak again, all she could do was watch it inch closer, attempting to nudge her off the road and into the ditch and woods on the other side. She went to press on her brakes, but there was a car there as well. The only option was to speed up or veer off the road. Before she could make a choice, the suburban made a swerve into her lane, knocking into her front left wheel and sending them skidding off the highway and into the ditch with a pit maneuver. She didn't have time to scream.

That was a HORRIFYING ENDING MY FRIEND))

He looked back in the mirror cautiously, as it moved and her sentence got cut off. He turned in his seat watching the truck. He sat helplessly. It happened so fast he barely had time to feel the pit in his stomach sharply take hold. He snatched his seatbelt, and the roof handle as the car hit the ditch. Mark was mostly unconscious until the door opened, he was pretty much dragged out, bound, hooded and put in the back of the suburban. He assumed the same happened to Harlow, he had no idea where she was, where he was or where they were going. He sat virtually motionless the whole ride.

I've been reading dystopian books :) ))

Mark was on the side of the vehicle that had been hit hardest, so for Harlow it was more of a hard impact with her airbag. She was conscious enough to look around and find that he was still in his seat and not looking... the greatest. She lifted her hand in an attempt to take his pulse, but found herself being yanked out of the car. Despite just being in a car crash, and maybe shock, she fought pretty hard. Unfortunately, there were enough people to hood her, tie her, and simply toss her in. Even then she wriggled helplessly, and after a while, she went still and quiet. "Mark?" She asked quietly.

Heheheh of course you have))

His head hurt. He expected there to be a trail of blood down the side of his face but really there was no telling til he checked. All of the pain seemed to be on his right side, his shouder felt stiff. He had his head leaned back against the seat, turning at the sound of Harlow's voice. "Hey." He murmured. Behind his back, he was fidgeting with the cuffs they used on him. "Would you happen know where we're going?" His voice was weak sounding but the longer the ride went the less dreary he was starting to feel.

It's the only acceptable book genre))

Harlow was too concerned about her surroundings and everything going on to acknowledge the pain. Once the adrenaline was gone, she was sure that would change. She let out a little sigh as she heard his voice, feeling at the cuffs binding her hands together. Even if she could get them off, there wasn't much else she could do after that. "Good. You're okay." She nodded quietly, trying to think through the situation. "If I had to guess? My place of work." She huffed, more of a frustrated groan than anything.

Debatable))

He heard nothing from the rest of the car, he huffed. "That might be a bit of a stretch." He didn't feel as okay as he would like to, he didn't particularly sound fresh either. He bit his tongue. "I take it, that means things aren't going to be near as comfortable now." Clenching his jaw, he felt very watched. Though he was a little happy it finally wasn't his leg that was throbbing. He couldn't say he was enthusiastic that it was his head, but.

Debatable but my side would win

Should they torture her too or just him? And give her a 'stern talking to'))

"...you're breathing. In my book, breathing is okay." Harlow muttered, still trying to figure something out. Every plan she had led to a dead end, so she surmised that her only option was to get them out after they arrived at the facility. "Unless you find stabby things and psychological trauma comfortable, then no." She huffed flatly.

Of course, she would be getting in trouble for yknow sparing the hostage with the knowledge that (if she didn't step in) they were going to kill him))

"Good enough I suppose." Mark was completely blind in this situation seeing as how he was not familiar with neither the company nor escaping a situation with a second person. He was also blindfolded so that added to it. "I would have to admit I-I would not favor any of those situations." He said calmly, wishing he had something to look at other than blackness and slight shapes. Unfortunately the car ride seemed to be ending..they pulled into a drive, a long one. Lots of twists. He straightened up in his seat.

Trouble as in torture trouble or other trouble))

Harlow nodded slowly. "Just trust me, Mark. I'm not going to let them kill you." She muttered softly, wriggling her wrists for a few moments in panic. She wanted to reassure him, but that was somewhat hard from where she was. It was easy for her to wriggle her wrist out with the right technique (assasin training). "I promise." She added, reaching her hand over and eventually landing it on his shoulder. She slid her hand down the length of his arm gently, until she could find his hand and his fingers. With that, she gently hooked her pinky finger with his. "Pinkie promise, actually." She said, a little playfully.

i see some psychological torture hehe

ie Alex))

He leaned his head back on the seat, turning his head slowly at her touch. Well that actually seemed to have the adverse effect. Now he was a little more anxious, just about something different. It kinda worked. He smiled under the hood. "I believe you." He seemed calm, unworried about much at the moment. He squeezed her pinky with his. "Everythings gonna be fiiiine." He was nervous but strangely he really believed her. The doors opened, he let go of her moments before someone grabbed his arm and yanked him out of his seat. "Jeez handsy, take me on a date first." He smart-assed as he was lead out of the suburban. Someone else did almost the same thing to her, though he had to manage putting the cuffs back on.