I Knew This Was My Moment
I Knew This Was My Moment
I was sitting on a chair, tied up, in an isolated cabin. I felt very weary as I had just opened my eyes after a deep sleep. I had no idea of my sleeping hours, days or even months! It was damp and frosty inside the place. This wood cabin, if I were to use one word to describe it would be ‘UNKEMPT’! Spider webs clouded every corner, refuse scattered all over, hordes of flies buzzing around it, scavenging for sustenance. A pungent smell arose from a stale, discarded, half-eaten sandwich.
The last thing I remembered was my kidnapping by two people on bike as I was returning home from the market. I recalled vague visages, trying to visualize their appearances … I could just hear a husky voice echoing in my head and caught a grumpy appearance – his large nose, his smirk and his wide eyes. I could not recall the second person’s appearance. After my kidnapping, I did not know anything and everything (for me) had faded into the haze of dreams and doubt.
Now, my lips felt dry as if water had not touched them for months and my body was half numb. I had a throbbing headache. I could not see anyone guarding the door; there was no sign of the kidnappers, and I had a hunch that I was alone! To check if I was alone, I had to utter a word or so and to do this I needed a lot of courage.
‘Hello?’ my voice echoed throughout the place and I thought that it was the end of the world for me …. But, to my luck, no one replied. There was no sound audible inside or outside the cabin. My fear dwindled and vigor burst through my hands and I strived to move them but every movement sent fissures of pain coursing through me.
‘Was I drugged with sleeping pills?’ I thought. After a few moments, my pain subsided and I started to look around, the strong and stale smell suffocating. I had now regained full consciousness and I thought about my family …. What would they be thinking and doing and what ransom had the kidnappers demanded I
I was sitting on a chair, tied up, in an isolated cabin. I felt very weary as I had just opened my eyes after a deep sleep. I had no idea of my sleeping hours, days or even months! It was damp and frosty inside the place. This wood cabin, if I were to use one word to describe it would be ‘UNKEMPT’! Spider webs clouded every corner, refuse scattered all over, hordes of flies buzzing around it, scavenging for sustenance. A pungent smell arose from a stale, discarded, half-eaten sandwich.
The last thing I remembered was my kidnapping by two people on bike as I was returning home from the market. I recalled vague visages, trying to visualize their appearances … I could just hear a husky voice echoing in my head and caught a grumpy appearance – his large nose, his smirk and his wide eyes. I could not recall the second person’s appearance. After my kidnapping, I did not know anything and everything (for me) had faded into the haze of dreams and doubt.
Now, my lips felt dry as if water had not touched them for months and my body was half numb. I had a throbbing headache. I could not see anyone guarding the door; there was no sign of the kidnappers, and I had a hunch that I was alone! To check if I was alone, I had to utter a word or so and to do this I needed a lot of courage.
‘Hello?’ my voice echoed throughout the place and I thought that it was the end of the world for me …. But, to my luck, no one replied. There was no sound audible inside or outside the cabin. My fear dwindled and vigor burst through my hands and I strived to move them but every movement sent fissures of pain coursing through me.
‘Was I drugged with sleeping pills?’ I thought. After a few moments, my pain subsided and I started to look around, the strong and stale smell suffocating. I had now regained full consciousness and I thought about my family …. What would they be thinking and doing and what ransom had the kidnappers demanded I