KidsNapper Society

The screams of other children wake me up. I hear what sounds like a knife being sharpened. I open my eyes, but the blindfold’s still on. There are so many questions to ask. Where am I? Will I ever get out? How long have I been here? Days? Weeks? Months? But the biggest question of all, are they going to kill me? So here I sit blind folded. I don’t know where I’m at, or what to do. How could it be this way? It was a day like any other when it all started. I remember it just like yesterday.