I looked at my friends, their faces were lit up like the 4th of July. Me? My mind was still on the last message I got. Now that we have landed and are being shuttled by Mas and his team to our destination, I couldn't help but be nervous and a whole lot scared. What was I getting myself into? Are they going to cut us up and sell our organs on the black market? Or maybe they wanted s*x slaves. I started to struggle to breathe, seemed it was caught in my throat, and didn't want to go to my lungs. Panicking I was about to tell Mas to stop the car when he caught my eye on the rearview mirror.
'Breathe,' he mouthed with a smile. 'There is nothing to be scared of. I promise.'
Looking at his sincere eyes I nodded and took a deep breath, released it before taking another one. I looked up at Mas a
