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Bright streaks of pinks, oranges, and reds run through the sky. As I look up they slowly fade to blues and stars are starting to appear. There is long, yellow blades of weeds and grass. A damp, clean but musty smell is in the air. All I see is field everywhere. No trees, no houses, no people. Just field, and probably beyond this field is more field. I have been walking since noon and I don’t know where I am. I am lost.
The last thing I remember is two men tying me up and putting me in their trunk. They duct taped my mouth shut so my screaming was muffled. I opened my mouth a little just enough to stick my tongue through my lips. When my tongue touched the tape it tasted horrible. I felt rope chafing against my ankles and wrists whenever I moved. As I try to move my lips so they are not sealed by the tape it burns. I feel nervous and scared about what is going to happen next. All I can smell is gasoline from the back of the car, as we are putting down the road. I close my eyes hoping it will all go away, but as I open them I still see darkness from the trunk. I can hear the loud car engine. It is a very old car made in about the 70’s. My eyes shut again. They feel too heavy to hold and keep open.
Eyes are staring at me, I could feel it. I jump up and all I see is fields all around me. The yellow, dead, tall grass is rubbing against my thighs. There is slightly a breeze that gives me a chill. I am wearing the same clothes I was wearing when I got into the car. Shorts that go about to the middle of my thigh, and a tee-shirt. My feet are bare. As I sniff in the air deeply I smell damp, dead grass. It is a musty smell. I take a breath and I taste the musky, cold air. The air smells almost like moth balls from an old chest. Against my...

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... I have no clue where I am. I know you are lost because if you weren’t why would you be in the middle of a field?”
We started having a conversation as we walked forth, trying to find our way out. He stops.
“I haven’t been very truthful...” he says in a weary sounding voice.
“What do you mean?” I questioned.
“I am really Tyler Okonma.”
“You mean? Like as in Tyler, the Creator.”
“Yes. And, I had those people kidnap you and take you here.”
As I was about to speak, I felt a fist punch me straight in the nose. Automatically blood started dripping down my face and my eyes were starting to close shut. It felt like darkness was swarming around me and eating me alive. The blood from my nose dripped into my mouth and that is all I could taste. I feel confused. Why did this happen to me? My thoughts are fading I cannot think. My brain shuts down, as I fall into a deep sleep.

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