Regina finally couldn’t hold back anymore.

I had a vague sense that someone had been following me for several days.

That night, as I walked home at 11 PM, the streets were almost deserted.

I instinctively looked back. There was no one there.

When I turned back around, I saw the shadow of another person under the streetlamp besides my own.

My eyes widened, and before I could run, someone covered my mouth and nose and dragged me away.

I was thrown into an empty, desolate field, facing a man and a woman with familiar voices.

“Doreen, how about we revisit the scene of your kidnapping from three years ago?”...