Michael
I was in miserable. They were not feeding me. Or caring for me. They left me here in the chair. I was going in and out of dreams. I did not know what was real at times and what was not. Sometimes I could overhear them talking about what they wanted to do with me next. They were discussing if they wanted to kill me off. That no one was looking for me.
Myra was the only reason I was barley hanging on. I had to be free. Somehow. I fought with what strength I had left to try to untie my hands. The ropes were burning into my flesh. Making red raw marks on them.
I was sweating from the heat of this storage unit. I was not sure where they were keeping me. I knew someone was on guard at all times so that way no one could find me. I was gagged so I could not cry for help even if I want
