In a fast-moving, sleek, military vehicle that seemed almost like it was flying just an inch from the desert sands, Ren slowly stirred, groaning as his head throbbed like a bass drum.
He tries moving but realises that his hands have been bound, so he's his legs. There was no escape.
He could feel that he was in a vehicle, a fast-moving one at that.
'Where were they taking me?' He tightened his closed eyes to stop the aching in his head.
He couldn't just stay and let them take him to wherever they wanted. He wanst go down without a fight.
He would fight and show Axton and his stupid father that he wasn't easily taken down. They would understand that they could never break his will.
Slowly he opened his eyes.
It was blurry at first, but then he focused on the white interior of the vehicle and realised that there was a screen showing him on it.
"Fucking bastards," He muttered.
They have been watching him from the moment he stirred.
