NADINE POINT OF VIEW.

The driver tried to reverse, but he wasn't fast enough. Another truck blocked our way at the back and I immediately realized that I was in danger. I had been kidnapped once before, but that did not make it any easier, if anything, it made me more fearful. It was the reason that I retreated from social life and became sort of a recluse. And now, the first time that I stepped out, I walk into the wide mouth of danger.

"Ohh, shit," the driver said. "This is bad."

He looked ...