I woke up... I was In a trunk. It was very dark and cold. I noticed my phone was gone. I looked around for an opening for the truck. I had been looking for 5 minutes but it was useless. I found nothing. About 30 minutes later I felt the car stop. I pretended to be asleep so that if he would have opened the trunk I could get a run for it. I felt the wind breeze into the trunk. He lifted me up and started carrying me. I tried jumping out of his arms but I jumped and landed head first on the concrete. My nose was pouring blood. I started hazing off but I tried fighting him at the same time. I threw a punch into his stomach. I made it... But he grabbed my arm and twisted it behind me... He said In a dark, mysterious, raspy voice, " Don't make any sound or I will, and I mean it, slit your throat!". I knew he wasn't messing around so I didn't say a word. He turned me toward him and held my face so I was staring into his eyes. They were dark... Painful... Threatening... And deep... He brought me into a building. It was like a warehouse.
