Penelope

My struggle with the men was all in vain; the last thing I could remember was one of them dragging me forcefully while the other put a handkerchief over my nose, and everything faded.

When I regained consciousness, I realised that I was in a dark room, gagged and tied to a chair, there was no way for me to scream for help because my mouth was covered. All I could do was hope that someone was going to find me.

I was scared. There was one person I could think of who was capable of ...