dead meat in Ohio.

He sighed as he handed me some drafts he'd prepared. We're not the only ones who are in the group. I guess we're the only ones who care about the grades. But I have exams to ace and parents to take care of. So I nodded gently as I turned the door handle and said goodbye he could barely hear.

How time flew! I didn't even know that it was this dark. We'd been working on the project for over four hours and we didn't even know that we'd spend so much time on it. What should I do now? My house is very far away.. And I need to take a bus back home. I can't even afford a cab now.

I guess all I have to do is walk.

So that's what I did. Walking down a road I barely knew. I wish Jason could have at least had the courtesy of showing me the bus stop, but he wouldn’t—because he's Jason. Maybe i should have asked. I listen to these thoughts as I subconsciously open Google Maps to Dora the road---I wasn't certainly looking for any treasure.

As I paid more attention to the path I was supposed to take, I didn't even notice the two guys who had suddenly come from behind me. One jerked one of his hands over my mouth and held my waist tightly with the other. My heart skipped a few beats in quick succession and my brain only thought of flight—no fighting. I was dragged forcefully into a tinted vehicle. Unfortunately for me, I don't recognise the brand of the vehicle, talkless of the model.

My hands were hastily tied and my mouth was poorly covered with duct tape—amateurs.

The two men, both wearing black shirts and trousers. Their faces were wrapped in black handkerchiefs. Everything about them was black except their cultural orientation. They spoke something that somewhat sounded like Italian or Mexican. Why both men decided to sit in the front seat, I don't know. They're inexperienced.

I used the opportunity of their inattention and foreign language to hide my phone in my underwear with my loosely tied hands. We soon arrived at an old warehouse in a strange, deserted area.

I was made to sit down on an old dusty metal chair. One man held a knife to my throat and the other excused himself to make a call. I was terrified but I knew I had to escape. Somehow. I need to get home.

The knife man got distracted by something in the distance—a noise in the background. He ran off in that direction. I hastily removed the cords on my hands and ran off in the opposite direction. My heart kept telling me that I was dead meat but I wouldn't give in to giving up. Not this time.

I ran but I couldn't find any exit. I could hear the men shouting at each other. They were probably looking for me. I covered my nose to prevent them from hearing my breathing and hid behind some large boxes. I pulled my phone out and shakily dialled 911. And then, it had to happen.

At this very moment. It just had to be now.

My stupid phone died. It had been doing this for over 2 weeks but I paid no attention to it.

Oh it was restarting! Yes!

The men's voices was getting closer. And my heart was not relenting in producing dope beats.

It had restarted but I didn't pay attention as the men were right behind me. Oh nein!

I said a desperate prayer. But I couldn't brain the words correctly, but I knew God understood me anyway. Insert severe heart thumping.

………….

God please save me. God please save me….

And then my phone rang out. Mom was calling. Why was she calling now?

Oh Elise, what have you gotten yourself into? What should I do?

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