Fiona
I gasp for air as the kidnapper’s shoulder digs into my stomach.
After throwing me over his shoulder, he entered the run-down building. Outisde, it was quiet and dark, but inside, the further we walk into the building, the louder the noises become.
A man yelling, loud snarls, and shouting from a crowd filter down the hallway. I try to look toward the sound, but the movement causes my vision to tilt and me to slump against the man holding me.
How am I going to get out of this? With my hands tied and being unable to run, I can only hide. If I could get away from this man, then maybe I could hide and call for help. Except, I realize, I don’t have my phone. It’s still in the SUV.
Soon, we reach the room with all the noises. They become so loud, knocking around in my head and mak
