OLIVIA
I am sitting in the car, quietly. I cannot see the way to where we are headed, but I can only calculate the distance in my heart and estimate how long I have been in the car.
I am sitting in between two people, so I believe that there are several men in this car. Who are they, and what do they want from me?
“Who sent you? What do you want from me?” I ask, firmly.
“Wouldn’t you just love to know? Just keep quiet, and you will find out soon,” The man that threatened me with a gun says.
In twenty-five minutes, the car stops, and the door opens. Before I could even ask where we are, one man drags me out of the car and carries me on his shoulder.
I scream and call out for help, but the man scolds me and warns me.
“For whatever I have done, I am sorry! Please let me go,” I b
