ZIVA
Suddenly, the van opened and bright lights flashed into the van, almost blinding my eyes. I had to cover my eyes with my hand, then the light was diverted.
As soon as the light was diverted, I positioned my hands into fighting fists, as I was prepared to punch or smack anyone who tried to attack.
Squinting my eyes through the light, I spotted the same guards who dragged me into the van earlier. They stood before me with their bright flashlights turned on.
Hastily, they approached me with their black boots making heavy sounds.
Dragging me by my arms, the men took me away from the van. Meanwhile, I screamed. I didn't want to go to the Den, so I kicked my legs and shouted, “Help! I'm being kidnapped!”
I lied. Well, it was the best option I had in order to get help and have someon
