Feeling tortured, with no aid in sight, after another few minutes of silence, and heavy sighs, she began to cry in earnest desperation. "I swear I'm telling you the truth, I didn't make this up. Why would they want me?" Tears flowed down her cheeks. "And what would I want from you? I don't even know you."
"Exactly! Why would they want you? For a ransom? Do you or your family have any money?"
Isabella moved away from him again, a feeling of hopelessness washed over her filling her with anger, frustration, feeding the fire of defenselessness. She wanted to scream.
"My family doesn't have money for a ransom," she screamed at him. "You think, of all the people out there in this city or country, I sought you out on purpose? I chose you and set you up? Like I said, I don't even know who you a
