Nicki Minaj stood frozen in the middle of the humid, dimly lit room of a warehouse just outside the city of LA. A bead of sweat dripped down her nose and into her mouth as she breathed heavily thinking of an escape route. Her tongue tingled with the taste of salt as the colossal man shoved the gun closer to her face. “Where is the money?” He asked in a voice that most certainly meant business. Her eyes darted left, then right, looking for a door or window that might lead her to safety. She closed her eyes and tried to remember if she saw any windows as they dragged her inside against her will. She remembered there was only one window but it was on the total opposite side of the building, almost 150 yards away. She wanted to move but it was as if her limbs had been filled with cement, weighing her down and keeping her in her place. The mysterious man cocked his gun and stuck it only inches away from her face. “If you do not tell me where the money is in the next minute, I will splatter your brains all over the wall.” He bellowed blatantly. Nicki cringed and shut her eyes. She thought, “How did I get here? What have i done in life to get me to this point?”
