Several weeks passed and nothing happened, I survived days without food and a sip of water. My mouth was dry like the Saharan desert while my throat was dried out like a place that was once a river area pfff....ha ha sarcasm! If weeks passed without me not throwing something into my mouth, then I'm certainly and logically dead. Tuth to be told I don't know how long they've kept me in here. I'm starving to death, I'm thirsty as heck, my body stinks, my body's numb, my butt is sore and God! I hate this day, this week and this damn year! I hate it all!
Tears won't fall anymore, my head aches, I don't know what kind of kidnappers they are, but the ones we watch in movies? Fed their hostages and even let them go pee-pee you know? Oh and also they might fall in love and end up having their own
