This must be a nightmare.
It must.
A shudder runs through my body as the panic attack flattens.
Suddenly, I am so cold.
I can’t string two thoughts together.
Maybe I am still asleep.
Yes, this is a nightmare.
And when I close my eyes, I’ll wake up soon, next to Luisa in our hostel bed.
Luisa.
Who had a feeling.
A loud shot-likesound rips me awake.
Smack.
My arse burns in pain.
This can’t be real.
Smack.
I scream.
“Good, you’re awake,” says a female voice. It takes me a second to collect my thoughts and realise that I am still in the pitch-black coldness. It is not the woman who took me. This woman has a local accent.
“You little bitch,” she says. “You took my blood from me, and I will take yours.”
What?My brain is not working.
“But do tell, where’s the money?” she asks.
Money. What money?
I don’t know what to do.
They abducted me because of money? Because I took something? What?
Smack.
I scream again as I get my arse hit with some sort of hard surface.
“I asked a question,” says the woman.
“I don’t know anything about any money!” I scream.
“You know exactly what money,” she says darkly. She is so close now that I can scent her perfume. It’s a rich one, consuming me with her presence.
“I don’t know about any money,” I say desperately in a pleading tone. “I am a broke student, I don’t have any money.”
She steps around me and pulls my head back by the hair. It cracks slightly in my neck because it is stiff. I can’t even feel my hands at this point.