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"I love you" I said, but then the line went dead.
I looked at my phone, the screen was blank. No battery. Could that have been the last time I ever heard my husbands voice? I had been smart, and lucky enough to have flicked the silent switch and shoved the phone into my bra as I'd heard my captors approach. Now, alone and seemingly abandoned in a cold, dark, damp room, my only contact with the outside world was gone.
I dug down into the sandy floor and buried my phone, hoping against all hope that the location detectors would still emit something despite the lack of power. I looked down at my torn, blood-stained clothing and tried to recall the events of the last few hours.
If my foggy memory served me correctly, it had been around 6am that I was taken. The streets were still quiet as local residents slept peacefully, unaware of my helpless plight. I had been performing my morning yoga routine in the garden of the small home I was renting whilst working here. It was known that the abduction of wealthy foreigners was rife-but that would never happen to me-that's what I had told my concerned family when they heard of my impending stay in the remote African town.
I heard them before I saw them, three masked men came hurtling towards me, I'm not sure if I made a sound but they told me to shut up as they dragged me brutally into the back of a battered old Fiat van. I don't recall much after that, I think I was knocked out, whether from shock or a blow, I couldn't tell you.
Now I am here. how far they have taken me, I don't know. One thing that I am sure of however is that I'm here for a ransom payment. There could be no other reason, so many foreigners have been here before me.
I hear a noise, a scratching sound and a cough. I'm certain that was a cough. It had been so quiet, I had been sure that I was alone, at least for the time being. Were my captors back or was there another hostage?