I left work and someone came up from behind me and put a hood over my head.
Then I was thrown into what I presume was a van. It definitely wasn’t a Chevette. That much I can tell you.
Everyone was silent at first. So I’m not sure how long I was in the van. I wasn’t sure how many kidnappers there were.
I hoped my mom wouldn’t mind keeping the kids overnight. She was probably going to be pissed when I don’t come pick up the kids.
Then we stopped.
Someone pulled me out of the vehicle. Went through my pockets, grabbed my phone and I heard him drop it on the ground. He may have stomped on it too because I heard a crunch.
Well, at least I won’t have to deal with my mother calling for the time being.
They led me up a flight of stairs. I’ll be honest, climbing up a flight of stairs with a black bag over your head is hard. I’m not sure if you’ve ever had to do it. I did fall twice.
One of my kidnappers laughed at that.
They sat me in a seat and buckled a seatbelt. Pretty sure I was on a plane.
After takeoff, I knew I was definitely on a plane. It was actually my first time on one. I don’t have much to say about it on account of having a black bag over my head that I couldn’t see through.
Once in the air, my captors were a little more talkative. I heard them say President, Washington DC and White House.