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As I began walking toward the northern end of the alley, I heard the sound of squealing tires I looked overaround the corner of the alley’s southern entrance I told myself not to panic, but instinct won out over reason and I began running I kept looking over ure step out of the back door of one of the other shops, I shouted, “Help me, please!”

I practically slauy “Please, they’re after me!” I yelled frantically as I pointed to the van I wasn’t completely sure it wasn’t just so any chances The van was less than a hundred feet fro fast

When the rabbed me by the upper arms in a painful hold

And that hen I knew

He hadn’t been co out of one of the shops because he worked there

He’d been waiting for me

“No,” I whispered as pure terror ripped through me with violent force

I openedand I hit the ground hard I tried to get h h

A second blow left h hands grabbed me as the world spun I was lifted and thrown onto a cold, metal floor More hands, or the same ones – I wasn’t sure – held me down as the van’s door slid shut

It’s happening again

Tears streaked down ot out before a piece of fabric was jammed into s, but they were bound with plastic ties within seconds

“Get his phone,” one of the men said

I was quickly searched and let out a harsh sob when my phone was yanked out of my pocket

“Toss it,” I heard so

And with it went my only lifeline

I began crying uncontrollably, but ruffly said, “Shut the fuck up,” and then he coveredme into darkness

They leftMy hands were bound in front of et the hood off, I felt so sharp at my throat