It was early in the morning and I was in a room that I could not recollect being in the night before. A vividly yellow room, tied up with ropes, sat on a chair though I had not one mark on my body.

Although, all I see in this room is an empty milk bottle perfectly placed a distance away from me. I forcefully dragged my chair forward until I was a foot length away from it.

Swivelling my chair 180 degrees clockwise I reach my hand out to pick it up. Borrowing the life hacks I watch in thriller films, I break the bottle spin back around and use the broken glass to break the bind of the rope.

I got up, dusted myself off and recalled something.

I had drunk all the milk in this bottle.

Inhaling the toxic chemicals that were evidently rushed for me to drink were trickled all over the floor.

I walked to the door which was locked on the outside. I yanked a pin from my hair and fumbled with the lock for a few minutes and at my toes was a bible. The holy bible. But I was Muslim how could this be?

I recalled something else. There was a pastor who persuaded me to arrive at his sermon in his cottage yesterday so he could convert me to Jehovah 's Witnesses. And he then gave me a bottle of milk to drink and he was coming to start prayers with me. I then fell into a deep slumber.

Remembering all of this, I tried to run out of the entrance but he had a knife to my neck. And he had my bicycle tyre attempting to strangle me.