Chapter 79 The Dance With The Kidnapper

• A nauseating smell, so penetrating that it seeps through my nostrils, floods my entire being. The atmosphere is thick with the stench of dirty clothes and rotten food, a combination that churns my stomach. I try to move desperately, but realize that I am tied up and gagged, unable to free myself. With a titanic effort, I attempt to open my eyes, fighting against the weight of exhaustion. A faint light filters through a small crack that appears to be a window.
• My body aches from the position I'm in. I feel a tingling in my arms and my legs are numb, as if I've been in this situation for a long time. I struggle to visualize my surroundings, although the weak light barely gives me hints of my confinement.
• “Where the hell am I?” I wonder, feeling confusion take hold of me.