p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"That morning started out beautiful and sunny as I opened my eyes and noticed what a beautiful spring day was to come. I still had to get used to my new life because I was now all by myself. Not a single cat and no dog left. My sister and father had already passed away a few years ago and I lived by myself with dogs and cats. Now, a week ago, I had said goodbye to my last cat and had not yet considered new animals for myself. I spent my time in bed, put on my clothes, and headed downstairs to make myself my morning coffee. I had not decided what I would do today. As I went downstairs, I wondered if I would go to the store or just go for a ride for fun. In any case, I thought that I would just fetch the mail because I want to see if the results of my genetic tests have already arrived. There would be no need to go to the store, food and other delicacies had plenty left. The ride sounded like a pastime that might be of interest. And maybe, maybe I might even browse the net for kittens and even a dog,/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"After making my coffee, I wandered downstairs and meditated on everything I had experienced in this house. I had considered moving to an even smaller one, but the little thought of a dog or cats made that idea stay on the sidelines. While drinking coffee, I looked out the window for fun and woke up to a white van breaking at our intersection and turning into my yard. well, there's nothing amazing about it I thought because that could be, even with the electric company's car, it wasn't in any way new that cars drove into our yard sometimes. It was not until the van became pretty dangerous-looking men who weren't really in the power company's overalls that I became a little suspicious./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"I watched as the men came out and approached the front door. At that point, I decided not to open the door until I asked through the door what is going on and keep my phone available. I entered the hall with my phone in my hand. "What's the matter with you?" asked the man through the door. "Open this door now so we can talk!" said a menacing-sounding voice from behind the door. I decided to be snappy and said clearly, I hope. "What is the matter and who are you? I have a phone and I can call 112 right away. "Satan's mother" Someone then said this when one of the men took a walking pole from the wall of the house and smashed one of the porch windows and began to climb inside. I slipped inside and locked the other door and tapped the emergency number on the phone and tried to call, but my phone had to play and slow down at that very moment. I heard the other door break down and tried to think of the best escape route./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"There was a part of the downstairs window at a surprisingly good height but when the windows were detachable model not hinged- it takes time. All the time I was trying to get my phone working and at the same time wondering where to run away. Only one exit and those goons were there. I grabbed a heavy frying pan out of the oven and hit the first one with it as hard as I could. A small object flew out of the man's hand and as it hit the floor, I could see that it was a medicine syringe. I also hit the next guy with another roast pan and kicked the syringe out when I stumbled to the front door. I rushed down the staircase and tried to start running down the road, hearing men cursing and rumbling after me. I almost made it all the way to the intersection when the first man caught me and slammed into the ground. "Satan, give it the medicine!" another voice said. "When the damn woman broke that syringe, there's nothing to give" Clearly calmer, the third voice said, almost amused, "There's no need for any medicine, that kind of middle-aged little woman, that's easy to control." I thought just yes, as long as I can, I will fight back and try to escape. The men dragged me into the car, even though I kicked, bit, screamed, even limp. Finally, the men slammed me into the car, cursing at each other./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"The car started to move and I started looking at what was in the car, the doors were locked but I was pleased that the car did not have a direct line of sight to the front seat. I began feverishly looking for some escape, some weapon. I started looking at the side panels of the car, where I could find some wires of blinkers or lamps that I could rip off, even if the police officers stopped the car and I could call for help. I got a sheet of metal off the sidewall and started to slip it between the doors with the intention of getting the doors open and jumping off the ride or catching the attention of other cars. I got a metal plate between the doors and started sagging it near the lock. "What on earth is that broad up to behind there?" one of the men asked. This was the most impatient and I got a good hit on this guy with my frying pan because he seemed to be a very nervous guy. The driver was the calmest. "Satan when you break up the whole car" the man complained irritably. "Fine, let's stop at a rest stop somewhere and you'll see for yourself that she hasn't done anything!" the driver said calmly. I thought, yay, that is my chance. I tore one pipe off the van and waited for a stop. My intention was to be ambushed by the door and hit the pipe as hard as I could and run away and get someone else's car's attention myself. I knew we were on the highway and luckily there is always traffic. Eventually, I noticed that the car was starting to slow down, and the men seemed to be advising the racing driver when the resting place was coming. I went to the stations and waited with my heart pounding. It is now or never I thought. The car stopped and the men stepped out./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"The door opened and I hit as hard as I could, stumbled out of the car, and started running as hard as I could but could not get far enough before I was knocked to the ground again and the heavyweight was left lying on top of me, trapping me completely. The men lifted me out and kept me in their tight grip as the driver pulled out the phone and called someone. "Hello, we have a problem," he said. "She is quite feisty, and she destroyed the syringe so when didn't ́t get to sedate her" the man continued. He listened for a moment and answered briefly, "Fine we ́ll wait here, we will need another car because she made the number of this van. "I tried to break free of the grip of two other men, I tried to stomp with my toes, I tried to do whatever I wanted. But I could not let go. The driver listened to his phone for a moment and then closed it. "So, the two of you get to spend quality time with this wild cat over there in the back until we get all the way to Kotka, there's the next team waiting there to get that ailment." Neither of my captors was terribly taken by this but they dragged me back to the van and slammed me to the floor and went to sit on the bench themselves. One of the men put his foot on my back and pushed me to the ground. He said menacingly." We should deliver you intact to your destination, but damage can happen if you are too stubborn."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"The rest of the way I did not even try to do anything, I thought about saving my strength when it comes to changing cars. Eventually, the car stopped, the doors opened, and the men dragged me out. "Where is Satan do they linger?" this impatient guy squeaked. "Calm down, we're a little ahead of schedule, he'll come" the driver reassured. I was ready to flee again if only the opportunity arose. Finally, another white van pulled into the parking lot, bigger than the one where I had been brought. The attention of my sticklers was momentarily distracted, and I was able to pull myself out of their grip and run away. Suddenly someone caught me again and a deep voice said, "My she is a feisty and fast, little rabbit."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"The man dragged me to another car by himself and the driver opened the doors. There was a metal cage where this man slammed me and shut the door before I could react. The man looked contentedly, with cold eyes, looking at me contemptuously. "Hhm one more or actually two more things, before when shall move along" The man was relatively tall, muscular, and insignificant looking, I thought that typical serial killer, not really looking like anything. The man jumped into the car and pulled the cage from the handles on the side. The back wall of the cage began to move and soon the man had flattened me against the front edge of the cage. He grabbed hold of my wrist and took some devices out of his pocket. He pressed the device against my fingertip, and the needle pierce my finger and the man waited enough for the device to suck a drop of my blood. He looked at me coldly and said "My, we have a jackpot here" The man took the phone out of his pocket and jumped out to call. After a couple of minutes of talking, he jumped back and took a box out of his pocket. After opening the box, he angled a pre-filled injection syringe. The man looked at me coldly and spoke. "This will calm you right down, you little wildcat." I tried to get away from between the walls, but they had a locking system, and I could not stop it when the man struck the needle in my arm and pressed the piston. I thought that just yes well it hit the muscle on me, it is maybe 5-10 minutes before whatever is in that syringe starts to take effect. The man released the wall, and I retreated as far back against the back wall of the cage as I could. Soon the medicine started to take effect and I noticed how my thoughts blurred, I did not quite fall asleep, but I was in some kind of hibernation. At some point, the car stopped and some men came into the cage and lifted me onto a stretcher where they tied me up, the needle go into my vein, and I barely had time to notice when the piston was pressed before darkness took over./p