When it was confirmed that my wife and son were taken, I knew I had to find them as quickly as possible. I would hire an army of men to help me if I had to. I would stop at nothing until they were found. My only problem is, how do you find a man who's legally dead?
The tears dry as quickly as they escape from my eyes. I need water. God, I'm so thirsty. I have no idea how many days have passed since I was taken. Has it been days? Weeks? Months? Or just mere hours? I don’t know, but I'm ready for it to end. I'm strong, but I'm tired.
My time on this earth is limited, so I wonder why he just didn’t already kill me. He said earlier that I have a debt to repay. What debt? I've done nothing. I have nothing to fight him with. I have no energy, and my eyes are burning from the horrid stench. What is that smell and where in hell am I?
My heart hurts at the thought of little Connor and what my abductor will do to him.
And that's when I hear it. That's when I know my nightmare is just beginning.