On Your Knees, Don

excitement, rage, and curiosity are fiercely propelling me inside. However, just as I approach the ent

off, but the closing of the door? And why isn't there any goddamned soul walking in or

worry, and just like it was when I pulled ov

? But what if there really is something t

e puzzle of what is happening here, some hushed voices stroke my ears from far behind. I

rking lot, where I am hearing the voices. I am shaking as

as more fear rises within me. I crouch behind a car and try to catch wind of anything that might warn me that thos

re, and no car has driven out. I'm becoming mor

om behind. I turn around in a flicker, and at the same ti

culine men everywhere around me. Men wearing black suits, hats, and sunglasses. I am unable to make

isty, beautiful journalist,

pped in this?

!" He adds and

what do you want

ngs it forward again with a gun. I sw

s. I want to carry you like a baby since we need you in good condit

ks my head with a gun, and eve

ile

s passing out after a blow I received on my head. I can feel some cold liquid on my fac

hese monsters don't care whether I break my bones or not, and I

they have taken me, but all I hear is a deafening lull. Onl

that my hands are tied to my

dragged to where my verdict awaits me. Or, better yet, a pig being taken into a

door opening, and I am pushed inside. The

says beside me, and I presume he is t

Am I a

ving pace. And they stop just a short distance from me. I feel a mal

tense! Re

uch...

What is this?" The man inspecting me spoke, and that

all over me, arousing

It feels s

eside speaks again. "I had to

this hard? This will aff

escaping my lips. A man's growl comes from the flo

id they are talking about. That touch. That voice. I canno

oping, against all odds,

oice orders, and in a blink, the

reeze after I take in the sight of t

he figure does not change. He is exactly the way I have known him-tall, da

iel

g it-my boyfriend. Oh, bittersweet correction, ex-fiancé. Co

ace, I am convinced that he is mocking me. Then his idioms turn dark and cold in a flicker: "Sor

dnapping? He is the

h