[b] Emma - Trucks - The Pack/Enrique [/b] 

When Emma woke, finding herself unable to move her hands or feet, her instincts took over and she found herself in a panic. The girl tried to open her mouth and scream, but she a rag had been tied around her head, preventing her from speaking more than a grunt or mumble. She looked around and found that she was in the trunk of an SUV, and voices came from the seats in front of her. A black man poked his head over the seat, looking down at her. "Ay, she's up!" He said, seeming to be slightly amused by her state of panic. "Whoah, calm down, kid. We're gonna hurt you 'less you give us a reason." He said.

This did nothing to settle Emma's fear, only slightly and temporarily dulling it. What took her aback was when the guy reached down and pulled the cloth from her mouth. "Sorry we had to keep you like that..."

"Hey, look at that! Trey's got a soft spot for little girls, don't he?" A faceless voice said, warranting several other laughs. She could see the back of the other two men in the back seat, but not their faces. The man called Trey gave whoever had made the remark an amused glance. His attention turned back to Emma, and he produced a half-empty water bottle. 

"Here, take a drink." Trey said, and lowered the bottle, tilting it at her lips. When she finished, he took the bottle back and capped it. Emma looked at him, silently pleading for his help; he obviously wasn't heartless. He shook his head, giving her an apologetic look. 

"What'a you think Enrique wants us to do with her?" The man on the right side of the backseat asked. "Cause- uh- I know what I would do..." He turned his head to reveal an ugly, mustache and beard framed face. "Whatcha say, kid, care for a good time?" 

"Shut the hell up, Berkley, that's just wrong, dude." Trey responded. 

"Relax, Nanny McPhee, I'm just messing with her." 

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