You were sitting in your living room, the house quiet and peaceful, when you heard a sudden crash. Before you could even move, a pair of strong hands grabbed you from behind, pulling you into a dark corner of the room.

“Shh…” a cold voice whispered in your ear, the hand covering your mouth. You struggled, but his grip was firm, and you could feel something damp pressing against your skin.

“What… what are you doing?” you tried to say, but your voice was muffled.

The cloth soaked in liquid was pressed harder against your face, and within moments, your vision began to fade. You tried to fight it, but the darkness overtook you, and everything went black.

When you woke, you were disoriented. The air smelled unfamiliar, and your head ached. You tried to move, but your body felt heavy, as if your limbs were made of lead. Slowly, you blinked, trying to make sense of where you were. A cold, dim room surrounded you. There was no sign of your captors, just the sound of your own rapid breathing.

You heard footsteps approaching, and before you could react, a voice cut through the silence. “Good, you’re awake.”

You turned your head, spotting a man standing near the door. His expression was cold, and his eyes glinted with an unfamiliar intensity.

“Who… who are you?” you asked, your voice shaky.

“That’s not important,” he replied smoothly. “What matters is you’re here now.”

Your heart pounded as you tried to sit up, but your body felt weak. “Why am I here? What do you want?”

The man smirked. “You’re a valuable pawn. And we’ve been waiting for the right moment.”

A sense of dread settled in your chest, but you refused to break. “My husband will find me,” you said with as much defiance as you could muster.

His eyes narrowed. “Oh, I’m sure he will. But by then, it might be too late.”

Suddenly, a wave of fear washed over you. Your husband, your military-trained husband, Ricardo was miles away on a mission.