Valentina

Judging from the sunlight streaming in through the only window in the room, it is now three days since the removal of my blindfold. I roll over on the thin mattress, the only fixture in the room apart from the chair I was earlier restrained to, and stand up.

I pick up the chair and placed it close to the window to begin my routine surveillance of the compound.

There really is nothing to see from my position by the window, the room I’m being held in seems to be in a building close to a high wall, leaving me nothing to stare at but the wall.

Grimly, I sit and try to get a grip on my emotions. I’ve not had a change of clothes, neither have I had a bath, the only luxury I’ve been afforded is the use of the toilet twice in a day.

Each time I go to the toilet, I try to get a feel of the house but it’s difficult to do that with the heavily armed man who escorts me and watches all my movements like a hawk. Sometimes I get the feeling he’s praying silently for me to make a wrong move so h