My stomach grumbles and I pull out what’s left of my food from my dress pocket. I tear off a piece of bread and devour it. It’s fluffy and comforting and just perfect. After a mouthful of water, I get up and make my way across the beach to a little path I spotted. Fingers crossed it will lead me to civilization.
When I reach it, I hesitate. Tingles of fear grip me, making it difficult to breathe. I take in a few deep breaths of air to steady myself.
The path leads through a small forest with tall trees and thick undergrowth on both sides. While the moon attempts to break through the canopy of trees, the darkness in there is overpowering.
I swallow hard, adrenaline tensing my limbs. There could be anything in there.
I’ve come too far to give up now. Come on.
God, I really hate the dark and it’s pitch black in there. I won’t be able to see my hand in front of my eyes.
Perhaps I should wait till dawn.
I wish I had a torch, but then again, I don’t think that would really help with my fear.
I weigh up my options and decide to ”assume a virtue if you have it not” once again and be brave and courageous… to feel the fear and do it anyway.
I can do this!
My heart racing and goosebumps covering my body, I take a few tentative steps. My eyes somewhat adjust, and I can at least make out the next couple of steps.
Exhaling, I press on until I hear the cracking of a piece of wood.
My heart literally stops.
Then silence.
I stand stock-still, straining my ears for any additional noises. My hands are shaking, and I clasp them together to stop them from trembling.
It was just an animal.
I repeat this over and over to myself, but there’s no relief from the fear.
Suddenly a voice from behind says, ”Buonaserra.”
My heart leaps into my throat, and I let out a high-pitched scream.
I spin around, my body tremulous, my pulse in my ears.
I squeeze my eyes shut. This can’t be happening.
When I open my eyes again, I can make out the silhouette of a tall, broad man. Neither one of us is moving.
What am I going to do?
I turn the other way, ready to bolt and run straight into a hard chest.
Fuck, there’s two of them!
Thick arms come around me and lift me off the ground. I kick and struggle to wiggle my way out, screaming from the top of my lungs for help… but no help comes.
A sting in my arm puts me on high alert.
Oh my God, did they just drug me?!
No, no, no, no, no… not again.
Panic courses through my body.