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Slung over a man’s shoulder, your perspective changes. As I bounced along on my captor’s shoulder, my brain stopped being able to grasp reality—which had strayed from the realm of ‘real life’ right on into the realm of ‘only happens in movies’. And, like any good movie character, I somehow managed to focus my attention of the oddest of details, probably because I couldn’t accept the more important ones.
For example, after I finally opened my eyes, the first thing I noticed was his butt. I had always laughed at my friends who brought me pictures of their favorite celebrities in swimsuits, telling me how nice their behinds were. But positioned as I was, I had to face it: this man had a very nice looking butt. This thought freaked me out on a number of levels, the first one being that I had no idea how a butt could even be attractive. Right away, I began to think about my own butt, which at that moment was right in my captor’s view, since he had me by the waist.
I watched the world go by, noticing that my captor knew this city very well. He went through yards without hesitation, as if he already knew which gates were locked and which weren’t.
to the fact y feet were bare and I was wearing only my cookie pajamas. I thanked God that it was a pant and long sleeve combination. A month earlier, when the summer was ending, and I might have been in shorts and a tank top.
I closed my eyes and banished the mental image from forming. Instead, I tried to figure out where we were. None of the street names were familiar to me, but I committed one intersection to memory and told myself I’d try and find it on a map when I escaped—if I escaped.
A good minute later, the door opened and I cringed, shrinking into myself in hopes of disappearing—preferably before these people made me disappear in a more permanent manner.
He had the same lone nose
My eyes followed hi,
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