Chapter 3

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              I wake up and it's dark, my heads pounding, fear is going all throughout my body, I try to think, I can still hear the truck, so I must be in the bed of the truck. The truck stops and I hear the door and footprints again, I tense up. Its the man he opens the bed and I feel the fabric unwrap from my eyes, and its night outside, I still can't speak. The man leans over to my face and says "Be quiet and I might feed you when your in the cellar, got it?" I nod my head and it hurts me. He picks me up over his shoulder and takes me to what seem's like a garden in someones back yard  but my vision isn't very clear because my eyes still hurt from the blindfold. He carries me down the stairs and lays me on a springy mattress that hurts my back with 2 blankets and a pillow with a blood stain on it. He slowly cuts of the ropes on my hands and my feet, which feels like a big relief. The man leaves and I struggle to sit up on the bed. I start thinking about my family and what there doing, are they looking for me, are they devastated, I start to tear up, and I make myself a promise, I WILL SURVIVE THIS, it may be a struggle but I will get out.  

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