Satin white sheets neatly tucked in to the dark oak bed; the room was comfortably small, painted light blue with coral pleaded curtains. He gently took off the rope that was keeping my hands from any sudden movements. I couldn’t think. My breathing was abnormal and my heartbeat was two beats too fast, but I was calm. I knew I came here to die. My pepper spray fell out of my pocket blocks before we reached this house; the only defense I have now are my hands and feet which have always been defenseless weapons.

I didn’t say a word. Frozen, I stood still admiring the room’s decor. It reminded me of my mother’s style, delicate and warm.

I waited.

The satin sheets wrinkled as my body bounced on the bed after being pushed from the man in the black mask. He stood powering over my body with a look of aggression and a hint of a smile. He took a pillow and covered my face with it.

My last words were said to a pillow but meant for the man who was slowly killing me, “They’ll find you.”