A third man entered the room yelling, he had a strong accent I could barely understand what he was saying. "Take the girl!" was the only thing I could recognized. One of the men approached me, with both his arms tucked under my armpits like a Crain lifting a vehicle. I tried to put all my body weight towards the floor in order to slow him down to give myself time to hatch an escape plan. He struggled bringing me to the door "aye a little help here!" He said to the other man that was standing across the room. They eventually got me outside, it was dark the air was humid and I could hear the sound of dogs barking and crickets Cherping. I was blind folded and toss in the back of a van the white ones that Mexicans normally drive, I could tell by the way the doors closed, first the one on the left then the right. The van commuted for about 30 minutes, during that time span it all came back to me; how I got here and what had happen, the question I still struggled with however was why, why was I here?
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I Should Have Died
Mystery / ThrillerI was staring death in the face seconds away from losing my life I had to make a decision live or die.
