My face turned red as I screamed at the top of my lungs, over and over again until I thought I wouldn’t be able to scream anymore. I screamed my throat raw, and when I swallowed it felt like I was swallowing broken glass. I began to scream again, except this time I began to scream something specific.
“Help!” I managed to spit out, unable to form any other words. “Help, help, help!” I pleaded desperately.
I didn’t hear a response right away, and it made me extremely overwrought. I was so excited but so scared. I felt like my excitement was excusable but something to be short-lived. I had been so close to freedom one too many times only to have it stolen away, and I felt a bit scorned by it. I didn’t want to feel that disappointment. Not again.
Not many kidnapped victims had this opportun
