Chapter 7

Those assholes still covered my mouth with that duct tape. That is so un-human.

I didn't feel anything when I was been thrown into a cell-like room. It was dark, just sounds of dropping water or liquid, and a foul smell. I should be worried about everything but when I remember what I pass through in Italy; in my parent's basement, I shivered.

No roaches, no rats, no mosquitoes here.

I just lay on the cold floor, thinking about school. I can't get a carryover, but I need rest.

Soon, I draft off, sleeping like a newborn. When I say a newborn, I meant I would wake up every twenty minutes to look around and cry for no reason. Then, I would remind myself of how I got myself into this mess and that I have made a deal already so killing me won't be necessary.

That also doesn't mean I should sleep and have that evil-looking man point a gun at me.

"Stop begging, we won't kill you now"

Opening my eyes, I realized I have begged him not to kill me