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"I found it difficult to open my eyes. It was dark, and my head was spinning. I was lying on the floor. It was cold.

I sat up, rubbing my head. I had no idea where I was or what had happened. I looked around, hoping my pupils would adjust to the darkness.

I couldn't see anything that would give me a clue about where I was. I got up and walked carefully in search of a door, but I found nothing.

"Hello?" I shouted, hoping someone would hear me, but all I heard was my echo.

I felt the walls until I found something metallic, which I assumed was a door, or at least I wanted to believe so. I shouted a few more times. I didn't know what time it was, not even the day.

I was starting to panic; I wanted to be with my father.

"Please, where are they?" I was scared and very upset.

I turned around and leaned against the metal door.

All because of those men and especially because of George. Why was he doing this to us? Where was Ethan?

"Ethan?" I shouted loudly, realizing that crucial detail.

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