Chapter 1

I woke up lying on my face on a cold, dark surface of the room floor, a body lying sideways on the floor facing doors, with cold hands tied to my back and blindfolded. I heard footsteps approaching; I could hear the sound from the floor where I lay, and the footsteps stopped; I heard the jingle of the keys opening the doors; I couldn't see beneath.

I can recognize it as a woman, not a big face closer to the table, placing something on top, hearing the sound of a plate. I was forced, and I fought back. I got a very hard slap on my face, and my lips were still in pain. My whole body has been paralyzed on that cold floor since last night, as far as my memory is still accurate.

The sequence I still remember right now: my muscles have been cramped. I heard a few steps; it seems she stood in front of me. I can recognize footsteps.

"Please don't hurt me or touch me." As I spoke, I almost whispered, the aroma of food filled the room.

She dragged me up and placed me on a chair. She switched the knot and tied me to the armrest of the chair, facing the table where the food was placed. In front of me was my first meal of the day since I was kidnapped. I still feel pain in my body; my jaw still aches. The pain in my body was everywhere, and my reflexes were limited.

I am confused about how I end up being here in this situation, sitting on this chair like it's going to be the end.

"I can eat with my own hands," I stubbornly insisted, even though I can't. I was still tied to the chair, both of my arms saying, Stay away from me. As I pulled my hands and swayed my shoulders away from her,

"Why... I am an ordinary person. I cannot even remember my parents' faces anymore and how their faces looked when I was little. I am a normal kid. Now, I am a fully grown woman working as an office staffer for a private company, having a regular salary enough to survive myself living on my own.

I am not famous, nor do I have enemies, but why do you have to do all this kidnapping me like this? It's barbaric; my human rights are gone! "Yelling, her still blindfolded. Asking myself what I did to cause all of these problems. Did I make someone or do something to a person really angry and pissed at me, and I ended up being kidnapped?

"I don't have the slightest idea what's wrong with you people. I pleaded with myself but never heard any response better talking on walls; the walls have their ears. The woman removed my blindfolded cloth, and she placed it aside on me.

I slightly bend my body to stay away from her, putting pressure on myself to untie myself from that chair, looking at her with a blurred vision in front of me, standing and seeing her eyes, staring at me—the only part of her that I look straight deeper at. Are only her eyes; she's wearing a cloth mask, covering her face.

I am sitting there staring at my food; it's still hot, and the steam rises. She gave me a coat. She knew that the place was cold. I felt cold. I tried not to think, but I am no longer near my place. I was someplace far away; my instincts said something I felt. I am no longer in my own country, but I still have in my office my skirt and long sleeves, with dirt and stains of blood.

I took a glance, and as I looked around, it was dark, having the light only from a window of broken glass. Shed light directly from behind, and the table where I am sitting, staring at my food, is a doubtful eating poison in front of me. I am confused, wondering, and, at the same time, I was angry-looking at this woman in front, guarding, keeping an eye

I manage to keep my mind busy, estimating that looking up above the ceiling of the house, it's a big old house with a high ceiling, big windows, and antique furniture placed. The door was wide open. I took a glance outside and saw the big piano. The woman stepped in where I was looking, blocking my vision and my curious mind outside.Eat." I heard the woman speak in a different sound the way she speaks the word.

I started to wonder if I was really outside the country or if I passed borders. If, in my worst-case way of thinking, did she understand me? She stares outside, where my head is headed, and stares at the piano. I looked at my hands, which were still tied by applying my weak strength pressure, which could happen. So, I could escape with my feet on that chair.

I wanted to eat, but my hands were tied, and I couldn't move in that chair. The food smells good, is cooked, and is well prepared. Guess it's from the kitchen in this house.

I started to bend over in front, start dashing my face to the plate, and start picking the food in my mouth, and the woman walks closer; she holds out the spoon for me to eat. I refused and nodded. I looked away, but she pulled along a very sharp knife from her knees. I was so scared looking at the blades shine hit by the light that came behind a sharp knife-like, I had no choice.

I close my eyes to hold my breath because I know what is next. A few moments later, I felt a hand holding my arms, releasing one arm from the tied-up chair. Eat! I opened my eyes. I searched. The woman was not around anymore, looking at the big, shiny black piano outside on a shiny floor.

I wonder why this big window behind me, having a big hole in it, someone threw a big rock from outside. To create damage to this beautiful, high, and tall glass window, we observe. I realized I was in somebody's room, or it could be someone's room, but what happens to that window? I stopped looking around instead. I started to hold the spoon and eat. I felt my stomach growling.

I have never had an idea about what happened to me. I was unconscious that night; the last thing I remember is someone grabbing at me from behind with a strong, masculine arm holding me. I fought back, so he pushed me against my car door.

I kicked him, he grabbed me, and he hit me with a strong slap the next thing. He covered me with a handkerchief in my mouth. I could not breathe nor fight; my knees weakened when I inhaled that piece of cloth that covered my mouth—the last piece of my memory.

I remember that night; I fought back, but I could not remember if I fainted from that big, strong slap or if that piece of cloth covered my mouth and I lost consciousness.