How To Kill Your Kidnapper (and get away with it)

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Ashley

February 8th, 2023,

4 pm

I was fourteen when a man snuck up behind me and threw me into his truck. I haven't seen the outside world in a year. Something like that, I haven't exactly been making tallies of the days on the wall or anything. And there's no clock or window to tell me what time it is, or how long it's been since I last had contact with the outside world. Unless you count my kidnapper bringing me food once or twice a day.

Now, every time I hear the door knob rattle I feel sick to my stomach. Maybe because I haven't eaten in about a week. Ever since he drugged my lemonade a week or so ago, I haven't been able to trust the food he serves me. The door knob rattles and I feel like I'm going to throw up. The room starts spinning as my knees buckle under me and I fall to the cold hard linoleum beneath me. Everything goes black.