He stopped the car for a moment, and retrieved something from the pocket of his jacket, and the next I knew, I couldn’t talk anymore when he applied a black tape on my mouth.

It was a useless endeavor to scream when nobody would give a damn. While I looked ahead at the road we traveled, I regretted my decision of not checking my phone. Maybe, if I checked on it, I could have dialed Omar’s number, and he would come to rescue me!

The man must have noticed that I studied the road we traveled because he retrieved something else from his pocket, and blindfolded me with his hanky....