As I sat there watching him, I could not help but feel like there was something that I was missing, like there was some piece of information that I had not picked up on. After all, there had to be some kind of an explanation to what was happening and what was going on. After all, what reason could I have possibly given him to in the minute that I had spoken to him, to encourage him to kidnap me? Because that was what I was viewing this as. He was keeping me here against my will, and therefore, he was k********g me. There was no other angle to it.
"What do you want with me?"
I had been expecting him to ignore my question, to avoid it at all costs, but it seemed like that wasn't what was going to happen here. I didn't know whether to be thankful or ungrateful for it, but I knew that it n
