I tried not to hyperventilate under the black bag that covered my face, but it proved difficult as every breath I took was shortened by the bag's fabric sticking itself to my mouth. I could feel the rough dirt under my feet as I was dragged to my unknown location. I heard the scattering of feet as we continued the dark journey across town. My left arm was suddenly released as I was lifted in the air by the firm hand that was holding my right arm. "Up the stairs you go," he grumbled before my feet were yet again plopped on the floor. "Don't move!" the male voice ordered. "What else did he expect me to do? I'm literally handcuffed and can't see anything," I thought. I was a tragic accident waiting to happen if I tried to make a run for it. The sound of a door t...

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