Kidnapping

Aviana was now starting to regain consciousness. She sat on an armchair, her eyes blindfolded with a black cloth, her mouth stuffed with another piece of cloth, maybe so that she wouldn't scream for help. Her arms and legs were tied to the chair so that she couldn't move. Peeping through the transparent black cloth, the room was bleak, cold and completely dark. It was quiet and somber in there and Aviana felt the chill as the darkness engulfed her. It was the most piercing and terrifying darkness she had never felt. She struggled to untie her hands, but it was useless. 'what really happened! How did I get here!' she thought.

Finally, she recalled. As soon as the call disconnected, Aviana walked out of the booth door only to find the black car that followed her earlier, standing outside the phone booth. A man, in his 30s, who had a scar on his face, leaned on the car, his hands folded. He looked terrifying. Aviana immediately ran back to the booth. In a panicked state, she hel