In my fifth year as a reporter, I went undercover to investigate a scam group.
Unexpectedly, I was taken away by a drug trafficking gang.
My hands and feet were tied behind my back. My eyes were covered. I was thrown into the trunk of a car.
By the time I was so dehydrated that I was barely alive, someone dragged me out.
The man roughly grabbed my face and looked me over. After staring at me for a while, he blew smoke in my face.
Then, he said in not quite fluent English, "I want this girl."
The others exchanged suggestive looks when they heard that. They seemed unwilling to upset him, so they started laughing and cheering him on.
Amid their teasing voices, he carried me into a room and threw me onto the bed.
Maybe because I couldn't see, my hearing became unusually sharp. After th
