I am not sure how long I laid, alternating between attempting to free myself of the bonds that locked my ankles and wrists together in front of me, and remembering to breathe as small bouts of panic washed over me.
I cringed as soft light blinded me as a door opened. Two sets of hands picked me up by hands and legs and carried me into that light. I blinked hard and fast to look at my captors, my heart racing. The men both wore black button down shirts and black pants. They gripped my so tightly, so securely that I did not gain an inch of freedom despite all my thrashing.