The abductors, who had been muttering nonsense seconds ago, bowed their heads at a man who was almost as tall as Damon. He had broad shoulders, a scar over his brow, and several cuts on his arms, with chains tied around his wrists.
Panic surged through my body as I felt overly scared and began to cry while pleading.
“Please let go of me! I didn’t do anything to you! Please let me go!” I cried, hoping the strange figure would show mercy.
I had returned to New York a few months ago, and I couldn’t remember offending anyone, not even in Europe.
“Tell your husband to come here now!” The strange man, who looked more like a monster, shoved a cell phone toward me.
I looked at the phone, my heart racing.
“Quickly!!!” the strange man roared, sending shivers down my spine.
“I…I… I’m ti…tied,” I stammered, struggling to form words as nervousness gripped me.
‘How does he expect me to use the phone when my hands are tied behind my back against the chair?’
A guard approached to untie my hands, and though I hadn’t felt any strange pain earlier, once my hands were free, it felt like my wrists were about to tear from my palms.