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I forget all the self-defense techniques I know as he drags me over to a dark, unmarked car.

I’m losing the power to fight as I go limp, tears spilling down my face as I begin to lose consciousness.

I hear a car door being opened, and the next minute, he shoves me inside. I feel him climb in the back next to me as the car begins to move.

What do they want with me? How do they even know me?

Darkness washes over me, so bleak and terrifying. I can’t help but wonder if my life is going to be over. There are so many things left to do, and I won’t be able to see any of them through.

I have plans. I have a life.

I try to speak, but there is no sound.

I try to cry, but there are no tears.

I try to move, but I feel nothing.

Just the darkness pulling me under and taking me over.

* * *

I have a throbbing headache when I stir.

At first, I think it’s all been a terrible dream, or more like a nightmare. But I can hardly lift my head up, and I’m shivering from head to toe. Reality suddenly dawns.

I’ve been kidnapped.

My life and liberties were snatched away from me without any warning.

I struggle to open my eyes, feeling sick from the chemicals I’ve been drugged with. I am tired, groggy and thirstier than I’ve ever been in my life.

Oh god, where the hell am I?

I hear faint voices, but I can’t make out any words.

A thought runs through my fuzzy brain, why were they looking for me?

They knew my name, so that means something, right? But what could they have wanted?

I realize I’m lying on a mattress on the floor. I push myself up to a seated position and lean back against the wall. My head feels like it is going to explode.

I look around me, but I can’t make anything out. It's just a dark room with a musty smell. Only a small amount of light comes through a tiny, barred window.

I swallow hard as I realize I’m being held captive.

Suddenly I hear footsteps coming closer. My heart pounds so loud I think it’s going to burst out of my chest. I slide back down onto the mattress and close my eyes, hoping that if I pretend to be out cold, I will be left alone for a little longer.

I hear the door unlock and footsteps moving inside.

I try not to shiver when I hear,“Still unconscious.” One of the males says, in an accent I can’t quite place.

“How much chloroform did you give her?” Says another, an American this time.

Chloroform! Holy shit.

“I gagged her enough to knock her out for an hour.”

Shit. Is that all it’s been?

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