The unknown fate

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Kiara

As I left the prison, my mind was still reeling from my conversation with my uncle. I was lost in thought, replaying our conversation in my head, when suddenly I was jolted back to reality. I was stopped at a red light when a group of three people, all wearing black clothing and masks, surrounded my car. My heart raced as they pulled open my door and dragged me out.

"Don't struggle," one of them hissed, as they threw me into a nearby van. I tried to scream, but my voice was muffled by a hand over my mouth. One of them pulled out a cloth and pressed it over my nose and mouth. I tried to struggle, but it was too late. I felt a sweet, pungent scent fill my nostrils, and my world went dark.

When I came to, I was in a dark, damp room. I was lying on a cold concrete floor, my hands and feet bound with rope. I struggled to free myself, but it was no use. I was trapped, with no idea where I was or what lay ahead. All I could do was hope that someone would find me before it was too late.

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