[ WP ] It is a sunny day , you exit your apartment . Walking your way to your work . There is no one around . Suddenly a black van gets nearby you and its door opens . Two man -which wearing black suits , black gloves and black masks- grabs you and throws you into the van .

Black suits, blacks gloves, sunglasses, shoes and crew cuts is all I remember of them. I was just minding my own business, on my way to another dull day at work when I was, well kidnapped I guess. Before I could do much more than start to scream, a gag was stuffed in my mouth, and my hands and feet were bound. 
 
 `` Lets go'', said a bland, accentless voice. Go where and with whom, I wondered, panic wanting to set in. But no, I must stay calm. Once panic got going, there would be no stopping it, and so I listened for whatever sounds I could. I guess the van must've been soundproofed, cause I could n't hear a thing besides my heartbeat and breathing. 
 
 The professionalism of these people let me know that they intended to keep me alive, at least for a while. In my mind, I said the directions the vehicle turned, and tried my best to keep my breathing even. I hoped my allergies would n't kick in, cause breathing through this gag would be all but impossible. 
 
 Had I done anything to anyone, like pissed someone off? Made a discovery? Why was I being kidnapped, and where was I being taken. 
 
 Several turns later I felt one of the men ( I assume it was a man ) push up my sleeve and then the bite of a needle. The world went hazy, and I guess I sort of passed out. 
 
 When I woke, I was on a cot, and my hands were sort of free, although they were still tied to each other, they were no longer connected to my feet and they were in front of me now. My left ankle was attached to a leg of the cot, which was bolted to the cement. The cell, or whatever it was, appeared clean, as did my bedding. Well, I consoled myself, at least I wo n't get tortured here. 
 
 A while later, I'm not sure how long a Styrofoam tray with mashed potatoes, bread, and some sort of mystery meat was passed through a slot in the door. There were no utensils, so I guess I had to eat with my fingers. Yuck. But, my stomach was growling, so I used the bread as a trencher and scooped up the potatoes the best way I could. The meat did n't taste too bad, but nor did it taste very good. I guessed it was probably cafeteria food. 
 
 I sat after I was done eating, and tried my best to think of ways I might've gotten myself into this predicament. I'm 23, a college student, and when I'm not at class, I'm at work, a little grocery store run by my land lady. I could think of nothing at all, and gave up. 
 
 I must've drifted off to sleep, because the next thing I knew, the cell door was being opened by two big burly men with crew cuts ( the same two men, or different? ) 
 
 My right leg was once again shackled to my left, and my hands undone and redone in back of me. `` Move.'' 
 
 `` No need to be so polite,'' I snapped, in a bad mood. I thought I saw a ghost of a smile, a small twitch from the one I'd addressed, but then again, it might've just been my imagination. 
 
 I was led to a windowless room with a table. `` Interrogation time?'' I got no response, which I'd half been expecting. `` You sure are a talkative bunch.'' 
 
 `` Quiet.'' 
 
 They shackled me to the table, then left. A while later the door opened again, and a woman with her hair in a severe bun appeared. `` Dorothy Anne Hayes. What a pleasure to see you again. I guess you do n't remember the last time you ran away.''
