"I am really sorry it had to be you Madison" Eric Fray, the high school guidance counselor said in a sympathetic but maddening tone. Madison tried to scream, but the rectangle shaped piece of tuck tape silenced her attempt. She tried to move her legs; correction, separate her legs in order to move them, but the rope that Eric woven around her ankles wasn't loosening one bit. The same was true for her hands. For the moment she was trapped; lying on her side in the back seat of his car not knowing where they were going. Sweat and mascara ran her face like marbles.