My name is Lana and I’m 13 years old. Right now, I’m in deep trouble and I don’t know if I’m going to be much older. I’ve been kidnapped! It happened like this:
When I was on my way home from school the other day, I saw a couple of men acting strangely in front of a house. They tried not to draw attention to themselves, in a way that immediately did just that. Little miss busy-body as I am, I got curious and sneaked up on them as they went inside. Through a carelessly opened window, I could hear someone talking about some secret plan of his. How he and his gang were going to steal something, from somewhere. I couldn’t make out what or where, though.
There must have been one or more people watching in the garden outside, because suddenly, I felt someone grabbing me from behind. He put a hand over my mouth, while someone else tied something around my eyes, making sure the knot in the back was tight and secure. Then they pushed me up against the stone wall and tied my hands behind my back. Then they proceeded to tie my knees together, so I could still walk, though with small steps only. It happened so quickly, I only had time to grunt once as I hit the wall. They took me inside, lifting me up the stairs to the door.
“We caught ourselves a little spy here, boss†one of the men said, in a husky voice. “We caught ‘er snooping around, we did. What are we gonna do with ‘er?â€
“First of all, you’re going to lose that phony accent of yours, and then you’re going to put her in that room over there, for now. But first, just to make sure she doesn’t get that blindfold off, use this.â€
I was too terrified to do anything, even if I could have, so I just let the man put a couple of loops of tape around the blindfold. He pressed hard around the nose, making sure there was no light at all coming through. Then I was taken to another room, pushed down on the floor in one corner, and my ankles were tied together. Then he left me, all alone.
By now, it’s time to describe myself:
I’m as I said 13 years old. I’m 1 meter 25 centimetres, so I’m quite small even for my age. I have very long, straight and thick blond hair and I’m slim, almost skinny, to the point where my parents have expressed concerns about me not eating enough. I, of course, am dressed in my school uniform, which are all different shades of grey. It consists of thick grey tights, a lighter grey knee length skirt made of wool, a grey cotton shirt and black leather shoes. They, for some reason, took my tie and schoolbag away.
I’m only allowed out of the room, a couple of times a day and then only to visit the bathroom. Then the man only frees my feet, and I have to hobble there and back again. After the first time someone took me to the bathroom, he didn’t tie me back up. Instead, he cuffed my hands behind the back and then my feet. Occasionally, someone checks on my blindfold, so the tape hasn’t loosened.
When it is time to eat, someone comes in to my room, takes my handcuffs away and puts a plate of semi-eatable food in my hands. He also puts a tin-mug of lukewarm water beside me. When I’m done, (probably) the same someone comes in, puts the handcuffs back on and takes the plate and mug away. The door is closed, but never locked, because as they say; where am I going to go, even if I could get off the floor. Which, of course I can’t.