When you're kidnapped, maybe you think you'll find your true destiny in another world (not me), or maybe you'll be kidnapped by One Direction, or something like that (still not me) or maybe you'll be kidnapped by a super-hot guy (yes, but he hates me). Do you expect to get beaten? To be treated like a slave? To be sold like a slave? Maybe, maybe not. But there's always one thought we kidnapped have in common: ESCAPE.

Everyone's born with one. A reaper. When you're born, your reaper is far away. From that moment, it starts to move closer. You never touch it til the day you die. Not it. He. My reaper is a he, and he disappeared three weeks ago.