The Vision

The last thing I remembered was him staggering back with a knife in his back and his piercing yelp which submerged my senses. I tried saying something, anything, but I couldn't mutter even a squeak. Next thing I knew, I saw blackness.  I found myself being pulled into a car. I didn't even try to break free.  My hands were tied up with ropes like in the movies. Why do you want me? What good am I to you?