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**TRACY SCOTT**

~One Week After Abduction

The second I got up, I picked the fork from last night and crossed an "I" by the bedside. With my counting, it was seven in number. Exactly one week since my kidnap. A quick recap. I was in and out for the first seventy two hours, three days, then I woke up. After which I was sedated with gas in and out once more for forty eight hours, and then in the past Forty eight hours, I've been treated like a queen. He gives me food, I shower at least twice every day, the bed gets more comfy, and it wasn't against my will, I'd be grateful.

That's just it. It's not my will, I have no intentions of being semi locked up in a room with no means of freedom, not seeing the sun properly, not feeling its warmth under my skin, not watching a bloody movie or scrolling through my friend's insta. Instead, I'm acting like a cave woman with her hair messed up from lack of brushing, marking the walls with a fork to keep track of time. It's all part of my plan sa