She looks at me with a calm and collected look on her face. She thinks she is in control. I look at her. Then I use my army training to get free.

Push my hands towards my chest; push out- my hands are free. The kidnapper is busy planning out ways to torture me. Her attention is focused on the computer screen. I then remove the gag from my mouth. As stealthy as a cheetah, I pounce at her from behind. She staggers off her chair but does not fall.

We are now looking at each other, waiting for the other one to attack. I pounce again.

I reach under my sock and pull out a pocketknife. Whilst she is trying to punch me, I force the tip of the knife into her arm. While busy nursing her wound, I punch her in the stomach. To completely dominate my opponent, I strike the brachial plexus on the side of her neck. She blacks out.

I tie my kidnapper on a chair that was prepared for my torture. I laugh at the irony of the situation. I was supposed to be in that chair.

She finally regains consciousness. Her eyes flick around the room- dazed. I walk over to her and kick her in the mouth. Blood drips down her chin. She cries out.

I shout, “You must have thought I would let you kidnap me and get away with it.” She mumbles as if to defend herself. I cut her off, “ You are used to dominating people, but today you will feel the wrath of army general, Karla Krause.”

She whimpers. I look at the weapons that were lined out for me. I pick up a handgun and shoot her in the leg. I begin to feel sorry for her and decide to leave her in her chair.

I realised that the best mode of torture is leaving someone in darkness, silence and pain. That way, they will regret their actions and be forced to repent.

She screams, in agony. I walk out the door and try to find my way home.