I am down.
He is at my throat.
I am pushing him.
He is trying to pin my arms down,
But I won’t let him.
I claw him.
He grabs my wrists and holds them under his knees.
I struggle but he won’t stop.
He covers my face with a pillow.
I stop struggling.
He pushes me onto my side and ties my hands together.
And puts a pillowcase over my head.
I am picked up,
Not 1 or 2 or 3 or 4 or 5 or 6 or 7 hands,
But 8 hands and they toss into a car,
The car's engine starts and I can feel the car start to move.
I feel only paved roads.
We stop.
The 8 hands grab me again.
I hear a soothing voice as I start to struggle.
The voice sounded familiar.
I stopped struggling.
I tell them to let me go and I will walk.
I was telling the truth.
The familiar voice tells them to let me go.
Now he is whispering in my ear.
He said something about it was going to be ok and not to be scared.
But I still can’t see.
I ask him if he can take the pillowcase off my head.
He does once we are inside a building.
I still can’t see his face and the matter of fact,
I can’t see any of their faces.
They’re wearing masks.
Black ones.
Just then the guy told the others what to do,
The one who talked to me,
Took his mask off.
I gasped.