Remember when I said: ‘I expected a lot of my life, but this is not one of them’ well. Today is the day. I’m stupid. I’m dumb. I’m a fucking idiot. I should have listened to Suzy, I should have moved out with her, I should have taken this seriously. I knew it. I KNEW IT; someone was stalking me; I don’t even remember what happened; I got off from work, went to my apartment, wait, I WAS about to go to my apartment, then it happened, someone drugged me? That’s all I know; I’m awake, both my hands are behind my back, held with a rope or a cloth, my eyes are blindfolded, and my mouth is shut with duct tape; I tried to scream, but my screams were muffled. I started to panic. I couldn’t move; what made the situation more difficult was the fact I was on the ground, with no chance of standing; no matter how many times I told myself to stay calm, I couldn’t stop shaking; something was moving. Am I in a van? I can hear its engine working; how long was I out? Hours? Days? Question after question, but no answers.

The unknown vehicle suddenly stopped, followed by the sound of multiple footsteps; the sound of something familiar to the sound of a car door opening startled me; what should I do? Pretend to sleep? “She’s still passed out.” Someone said. “Wake her up then.” someone else said; heavy footsteps approached me. “Hey.” Silence. “Hey!” he slapped my face. I hissed in pain. “Finally.” I can feel him untieing the rope around my ankles. “Move,” he ordered, dragging my arm so I could stand.“Walk,” He said. I followed his order. “Jump.” they were getting me out of the van; where are they taking me? “Move!” Said the guy with a raspy voice; pushing my back almost making me stumble on my legs.

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We kept walking and walking-no. I’m being dragged, not walking. Whatever drug they gave me, it’s still inside of me, not letting my muscles work properly; am I... going to be sold? Where are they sending me to? I let out a whimper; I was alarmed when he stopped moving; the sound of a garage door being opened reverberated through my ears; he pushed my shoulder, telling me to keep walking in his violent way; the (What I think is a garage) smells dusty and old, almost suffocating me. “Sit.” I was forced to sit on a...plastic chair? I can hear him moving around, throwing things on the floor like he is searching for something. “There it is.” I heard him mumble behind me; he’s coming back; without any warning, a rough hand pulled my hair backward, exposing my neck. “Don’t.move.” I stopped immediately; I felt a sudden sharpness in my neck; he injected me with something; my heart was beating faster and faster each second, my ears started ringing, a dark fogginess surrounded my brain; I...I can’t think straight. My body was officially paralyzed; I’m screaming but nothing was coming out. I can’t. I can’t. I can not. Stay awake! Awake. Awake. Awake? Me. remember. Me.