They told her not to worry— because the man who shot her father was in custody. They told her that she was safe— because security had been increased. All it took was one opportunity, one breach, and then she was theirs. Kidnapped, confined, alone. They told her she could go home when their demands were met. That it wouldn’t take long, because she was the prime minister’s daughter. But it has been days, and still no help has come. She wonders when they will tire of this game and kill her. She cannot wait around for that to happen; she will escape. She has to.
