THE next day, I woke up early. I decided to talk to the homeowner about my plan to leave her apartment. But I didn't expect Joaquin's face to be the first to show up when I opened my door that morning.
"Joaquin!" I exclaimed in surprise. "What-"
I didn't finish what I was going to say to him because I suddenly lost consciousness after he covered my mouth with a handkerchief that I don't know if what kind of chemical that he put on it.
As I opened my eyes again, I was shocked after seeing my surroundings. It's a dark and dirty room. And only the sunlight gives a little light in that room. I looked around. And it seemed like I was the only person in this room. My hands and feet were tied. My mouth has also gagged.
Meanwhile, I uttered a prayer in my mind, hoping that there would be a mir
