My pupils widened when I saw Richard's car pull up by the lake with only 5 minutes and 2 seconds remaining for my kidnapper to take my life. I know you think I'm crazy for counting each and every second, but if you're ever in my situation...trust me, you'd be doing the same.
He stepped out and pulled two black garbage bags from the trunk and turned to a specific tree where a surveillance system was installed. He tore the bags open raveling green, filth. I saw him answer his phone as one of the men in the car called him.
"You've made it on time...I'm impressed." The man giggled with venom flying out his mouth.
"Okay, where's my daughter?" Richard demanded.
"Ah, I'm afraid I can't let you see her." He teased.
"Hmm!" I forced through the multiple duck tape covering my mouth, "Hmm! Hmmm!
