Jemma went on an overseas trip to Malaysia. Judging by her looks, she had not enjoyed her holiday there. She looked badly shaken and was reluctant to speak to anyone except me. We met the day after she arrived in England and, boy, did she have a story!
As far as Jemma could remember, she had arrived in Malaysia the week before. She could not wait to explore Malaysian food, hotels, living places and most important, clothing. Jemma signalled a taxi not far from the airport entrance. She tried to communicate to him in Malay as she could not speak in the same tongue. Jemma said to the driver she wanted to go to the the Le' Meridien in the best known hotel in the capital of Malaysia, Kuala Lumpur.
The driver drove from the airport, with sparing glance at her. Suddenly, out of nowhere, she was covered with a bag. The bag was entirely black. Jemma froze. She did not know what to do. Jemma was then pushed violently out of the car and forced to kneel on the ground. Her knees began to bleed and the pain was unbearable. She wanted to let out a cry but she could not. If the person who had put the bag on her head was a kidnapper,then there would be no mercy. Now, Jemma was afraid. Her heart beat radpidly and endlessly.
Then, she was led to a warehouse by the kidnapper. The kidnapper then snatched the bag from Jemma's head and what she saw, was a man, probably in his mid- 40s, who had blood all over his hands. Jemma's eyes enlarged. She was shocked at the sight of the blood on the person's hands wich was was dripping on the floor. Her head rolled back.
Just behind the man, Jemma saw a few people sitting on the wooden floor of the warehouse. There were light coloured and dark coloured blood which created a puddle around each of them. One man was so badly injured that maggots started to enter his legs. Jemma cried from fear as she knew there was a high possibilty she would end the same.
All of a sudden, Jemma heard a clicking sound from the sound from the door. Then there was a gunshot. This man fell on the ground and his head landed on her feet. She went closer to the body. Jemma looked at the cold body. She went back to her chair and saw a man who had a badge on his shirt. The man told her to leave as there was no use staying there. Jemma left that place in a taxi and went back to England. She just had her first experience with a kidnapper in a foreign country.
