Then I thought that maybe this was not some game but that someone was going to hurt me, maybe end my life. Maybe this was not some weekend training. Perhaps whoever had taken me was planning to keep me. Was this room to be my last? I began to cry and tears welled in my eyes as I allowed myself to wallow in these thoughts. Sleep defeated me and sent my fear to bed.
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