I don’t know where I am now and how I could be here. I look around the room and hardly see anything because the lighting is only from a candle on the drawer. My head is still spinning around and can’t think clearly. I try to get up, but just realize that my hands and legs are tying up with a rope. My hands start shaking. Who did this to me? I try to release my hands, but I can’t, it’s really tight. There is a crack from a door, someone is coming inside. I start to get panic. The person closes the door and in a second he/she stands behind me. I start to shake uncontrollably. The person presses something sharp into my arm. It’s a knife! And I also realize that I only wear a tank top! Where are my shirt and jacket? I glance to my right where the person presses the knife into my flesh. I start to cry and scream. The person is just laughing like my screaming is just a humor for him. Him! He moves his knife and slices my arm, it really hurts and I cry and scream out loud beg him to sto