Vida had finally stopped staking and pushed herself into a corner after a few moments of the people not really doing much. She pulled her knees to her chest and tried her best to hide her underwear from them with the ends of her shirt. It was bad enough that she had been kidnapped, but they had to drag her here in nothing but her shirt. She wrapped her arms around her legs pulling them even closer wanting to just disappear. If only she could squeeze herself so tight that her body would just fold into itself and vanish. As much she would like to do that she knew that it was impossible. 

She stole glances of the people in the van with her, it looked like she was the only female that was kidnapped, or so one of the men was saying. Maybe they were trying to trick her. Were they all working together? She listened to them, but did not say a word. Every now and then she would grip her arm or elbow hard to make sure that she was really awake. It hurt for a moment when she did. She was awake. Rubbing her finger against her forearm as she held it she couldn't shaking the tingling sensation. It wasn't like someone was tickling her or lightly brushing her skin, it felt like her skin was moving. Her watched her arm as she brushed it, a light trace of grey followed her finger then turned back pink. Vida was surprised, she hadn't done that before. 

She heard the door open. Instantly she tucked her head into her arms and pulled herself even tighter together almost in a little ball. She tried to shut out the world around her. The man that entered spoke about cleaning duties as if this situation was normal. Another started to argue with him about the police coming to find them. Would the police really come looking for them? No.. they wouldn't be looking for her. No one would come looking for Vida Curacio. Not for a long time. She heard the people move around. Was it time to leave the van? Where they going to kill them soon? Tears started to form in her eyes thinking that this could be the end of her short worthless life.

[i]Please no. Don't take me. Don't touch me. I don't want to die. Don't touch me. [/i]

She kept repeating to herself her skin starting to tingle more as her body tried to fight off the threat around it. Instead of reconstructing cells to a healthy state her body was ready to break down the cells of anyone that dared to touch her skin.