Liliana
"Let me go! Let me go!" I screamed as the men dragged me through the hotel's back hallways. Their hands were like steel on my arms. I tried to break free, but they were too strong.
"Mikhail! MIKHAIL!" My voice echoed off the walls, but no one came to help me.
The men wore fancy tuxedos like the other guests, but their eyes were cold and scary. They looked like killers.
"Shut up, Mrs. Volkov," one of them said in a Russian accent. "No one can help you now."
They pulled me into a storage room that smelled like cleaning supplies and something metallic that made me sick. There was only one light bulb hanging from the ceiling. Piles of white sheets and towels were stacked everywhere like mountains.
"No, please," I begged as they tied my hands behind my back with rope. The rope cut
