Where am I? What the hell is going on? Fuck, my head hurts. It's dark in here wherever it is. I'm lying down, I need to get up and find out where I am. Wait, why won't my arms move? I can't get up.

Stop panicking, take a second to think. Try to move again, try and move your arms. They are stuck behind me. My god, I'm tied up. What the fuck is going on? Try and scream, get help! That didn't work, something is wrapped tightly around my mouth, around my head. Can I get it off? No.

There's something covering my eyes too, that's why I can't see. Oh god! I'm being kidnapped!

Can I get free? What am I tied up with? Try and figure it out, you need to get out of here. Try and move your hands. They move a little, feels like handcuffs maybe? There's no way I can possibly get out of them. I'm in serious shit.

There's something wrapped around my stomach keeping my hands against my back too. It feels like it must be tape. That must be what is around my mouth and ankles too.

What is that sound? It's my car! I can recognise the powerful sound of the engine. I'm being abducted in my own car! I must be in the trunk.

Who is doing this? What does he want? You don't know it's a man. You don't even know how many people are doing this.

What do they want? Money obviously. That must be it.

I have to try to keep calm. I can't get free and I can't get help so I have to keep calm. It will only make things worse if you panic.

I need to wait until they get to where they are taking me then I may be able to get away or get help.

Don't do anything to make them angry though, they may hurt you. Oh god what if that is what they want? What if they intend to rape me? What if they kill me?

Keep calm! You're panicking again. Just wait and see what happens for now. The only way you will escape is if you out think whoever is doing this. You can do that.

My phone! I was carrying my phone when I was getting in the car! Is it in here with me? Of course it isn't you idiot! Why would they put my phone in here with me?

Just wait until the car stops.

The car has stopped! Now what? They are going to take me out of here obviously but I can hardly make any sound and I can't get free. I need to hope they untie me or take this tape off my mouth. If I can talk to them I can at least find out what they want.

When they lift me out of here they are going to carry me somewhere. I have to try to pay attention to where they take me and how I can get back to the car if I escape.

That's the trunk being opened. Please don't hurt me. Okay it's definitely a guy that has picked me up, too strong to be a woman. He stinks of alcohol. I need to pay attention to where he carries me.

Okay we are outside, it's too cold to be inside. We are going up some stairs. Right turn. Remember this!

He's opening a door. We're inside some place. At least it's warm in here, I'm so cold.

He's dropped me on a bed. Please let him untie me now, my arms are killing me.

Yes, he's untying my arms.

"Don't struggle and you won't get hurt." Okay, just untie me.

He's released the handcuffs! No wait he's attached my wrist to something else with them. Shit, I still won't be able to get free.

"If I take that off your mouth you need to be quiet. If not I'll hurt you." That voice? No it can't be. Just nod your head so that he takes it off.

That feels so much better! I can breathe properly.

"What do you want? Why are you doing this?" My throat is really dry.

He untied the blindfold and I couldn't believe my eyes. It was John Cena.

He stood over me, "I said shut up Stephanie. I don't want to hurt you but if you start making noise I go to work with this." He was holding a small knife. He used it to cut the tape off my ankles.

I sounded hoarse and weak, "Can I have a drink? Some water?"

Without saying anything he disappeared. I looked around the crappy little one bed apartment I was in. He's living in this hole? What the fuck? He's only been out of work for a few weeks!

He reappeared with a cup of water and put it in my free hand. I drank and it tasted so good, so cold.

I made sure I spoke quietly so that I didn't piss him off, "John are you crazy? What the hell are you doing? You know you'll go to jail for this! What do you want?"

"For now we're going to talk, you sick little bitch."