Her hands hurt. But she couldn’t do anything about it. She wished she could turn the light on. She struggled first. But then she gave up when it seemed useless. Crying was also not going to help. It had been a normal day just like any. She wasn’t afraid of strangers. In fact she had to admit sometimes she was so distracted in her own world, she hardly noticed anyone. The bubble she formed had protected her from angry bosses, terrible clients, cheating boyfriends and high school bullies over the years and served her well. But she couldn’t describe how much she resented that bubble now. And when she heard the taunting knock on the door, she wished more than anything she saw him before he attacked her. The door opened and for the hundredth time she wiggled her hands in the tight rope tied by a skilled kidnapper.