The kidnapper.

In a dimly lit room lies a beautiful woman. Her dark skin glowed bright through the dull light. How could someone look so good when they sleep? Given the fact that she had been abducted, she was rather relaxed. One would think she was just taking a nap in her own house. She looked so peaceful that her captor felt a flutter in his heart and chose not to interrupt her sound slumber.

As Sarah slowly regained consciousness, her surroundings appeared unfamiliar and disorienting. Panic surged through her veins as the memories of her abduction at the airport flooded back into her mind. Fear gripped her heart, urging her to assess her situation and find a way to escape.

She cautiously surveyed the room, her eyes darting around, searching for any clues or means of escape. The walls were bare, devoid of any personal touch, and the only door stood as a formidable barrier to the outside world. A surge of desperation overcame her, and she banged on the door, hoping to attract attention and secure