i’m not going down without a fight. the ties around my wrist are are so tight i can feel my pulse thrashing against the restraint. there’s a bag over my head keeping me from seeing where we’re going, but they didn’t gag me. i scream so loudly it feels like my vocal cords are shredding, hoping desperately for someone to hear me. they must not be worried that i’ll be heard, the thought momentarily stills me. with the fight i have left in me i struggle against my captors hoping to rip free of their grasp. still screaming, i hear the sound of a heavy door creaking and sweeping across the floor as it opens. quickly i’m shoved forward, falling to my knees i suck in a sharp breath stunned from the fall. behind me i hear the door shut swiftly, i pause trying to take in my surroundings. calming my heart and holding my breath i listen, straining to hear something anything to hint at where i am. nothing. i hear nothing. wherever i am feels as if time has stopped, no sounds, not even the shuffling of my own feet on the floor as i try to find anything that can help tell me where i am. it is deadly quiet almost as if the space itself is absorbing sound. i find what i assume is a wall, sliding down it so that i can sit, attempting to ease the anxiety from my body. breathing in and out i notice the smell of old books, a comforting scent, as i begin come to terms that i am completely utterly alone.