Stockholm Denial

When I woke up, my hands and feet are tied with a rug in my mouth. I couldn’t fathom how long I passed out. I blink my eyes more than the normal times to clearly see what was going on. My head still ached that’s maybe due to whatever I inhaled in that car. I shook my head a little more vigorously and that’s when I saw the last scene before I passed out, all very clearly in my head… how I was kidn*pped in a broad daylight.

I stood up to look at where I was. I could only see four walls and a roof. Four f*****g walls, not even a door. So how did I even end up here without a door. I turned around and look carefully to plan for my escape, but there was nothing. Not even an object that could be use as a weapon. Suddenly, I hear people talking. I was still tied up so I struggled to move my body towards the wall and found out it was steel. I have that weird feeling, that sensation of swaying back and fourth. Was it from the drug? Panic ran through my veins as I realized what actually is happening. I was not just kidn*pped… I am being shipped to god knows where... because I am currently in a shipping container!