Frantically, I nodded hoping that the stranger would let me go.
“I’m going to take my hands off now. You need to promise that you won’t make a sound,” the man said.
Again, I nodded letting him know that I was ready to comply.
Gently and slowly, the stranger took his hand off of my mouth. “Are we good?” he asked.
“Yes,” I replied in a low tone as I nodded yes.
It felt like my heart could beat louder than drums at this moment. Was this the life that wealthy people lived? From nerve-wracking drama to near-death or almost kidnap scenarios?
Trying to reason it all could almost give me a heart attack.
“Good,” the stranger replied.
Slowly, the man turned me to face him. I was greeted with a piercing gaze. This strange man looked somewhere in his forties. His beard was scattered with gray
