31| Please...

My fear will kill me before Konstatin does. That's all I can think about as the pounding in my chest becomes achingly consistent with its rapid beat.

Fear. Frustration. Anger...

These are some of the very important emotions which can send me into a state of panic.

My feverish breath makes me feel light-headed as I try to breathe in a regular and even manner. Opening my eyes, they are greeted by darkness with a bag that is wrapped around my head. The same bag Konstatins' men pulled over my head by force as soon as the door to the SUV was yanked open as it rolled to a standstill.

I have to think, I have to be smart. Fighting isn't an option for me, it's either be smart and comply or die.

And I don't want to die. It's also impossible to be smart when you are shit scared and you know what your captor is capable of.

As I swallow, the dry lump lodged in the column of my throat feels scratchy. Looking around, I see nothing but the scant light that peeks through the tiny holes in the bag.