Again.
It's begun again only this time I'm even more fearful. I have an idea of what to expect and cower away from. Again they won't tell me who they are and they have already made it clear that I will be suffering shortly. I had not even recovered from the previous trauma yet, how could I? Again I have to scream. Again I have to cry.
I finally remembered how they got me. Ironically it was the same scenario. Walking to work. I didn't have a choice and once again I had paid the price for it. There had been no one on the roads or streets at 3 in the morning. And I couldn't help but be a night owl. There was no van that I could remember pulling up but I had been grabbed. Blindfolded and gagged. Left conscious for a moment until there wasn't hope and the cloth came over my nose.
It didn't take long for my legs to give out and an arm to catch my fall. Now I was in a similar cell, still clothed but bound at the wrists and ankles. I was too groggy yet to sit up so was left with my arm asleep and numb and my hip aching.
Again!
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Blind Suffering II ... Government Interrogation
Ficción GeneralKate was a waitress. Just one short week ago she had been taken captive by a terrorist group, intent on showing the world, and the US in particular, how easy it was to simply take someone from the streets and terrorise them. Kate had been forced to...
