  &quot;Move it,&quot; he says using the gun to direct me which way to go. 
  I comply and walk towards where he says, without struggle as I don t want to get him angry. We step into a room, and my fears and questions are answered.
  &quot;Umit what are you doing here?&quot; Ismail asks sounding very worried and surprised to see me. I can t believe I was right; they have Ismail. They tied him to a chair.
  &quot;Ismail are you alright? I have been looking for you,&quot; I say trying not to sound scared, but glad at least I found him.
  &quot;You can t be here right now. You have to leave,&quot; Ismail says trying to remove the ropes around his hands to get to me.
  &quot;HEY! Enough talk. You! Fine lady, follow me. Ismail shut your mouth before I shut it for you,&quot; the scary man says. 
  Ismail and I don t say anything, but I can tell he wants nothing more than to get me far away fro

  &quot;Now tie her to the chair, and make sure it s tight because if it s not, you won t like what I will do to you,&quot; he tells Ismail. I sit on the chair Ismail sat on before as he uses the ropes to tie me up.
  When he is tying Ismail up a plan pops to my head, but I will need Ismail s help to make sure it goes well. A wonderful idea also comes to me that will work perfectly with my plan.
  &quot;Ismail ti fidi di me? (Ismail do you trust me?)&quot; I ask in Italian praying I said the right words.
  &quot;Lo faccio, ma perché stai chiedendo e perché parli italiano? (I do, but why are you asking and why are you speaking Italian?)&quot; Ismail replies in Italian. I am about to reply, but the thug responds instead.
  &quot;Vedo che voi due potete parlare la mia lingua (I see you two can speak my language)&quot; the man interrupts. I can t use Italian to say the things I want to say t

  Two hours later I am done with a quarter of my work. I have only read a few of the feedback comments and have a thousand more to read. I will continue tomorrow because right now I must hurry to the salon. Fatima already called me to ask where I was. She and Emma are already there. I shut down my computer before taking the elevator to the parking lot and be on my way.
  I arrive at the salon a bit late. I almost lost my own appointment with the hairstylist. I had my hair washed and braided. I didn t paint my nails this time. I am praying, and I don t want to. I only had a manicure and pedicure. I still remember the first time I went to the salon with Emma. She asked me why I bother to do my hair in elaborate styles since I always cover it. I explained to her that the reason I do my hair is for me to feel beautiful, not for anyone else to see. I don t need anyone to see my hair to know i

&quot;Move it,&quot; he says using the gun to direct me which way to go. 
  I comply and walk towards where he says, without struggle as I don t want to get him angry. We step into a room, and my fears and questions are answered.
  &quot;Umit what are you doing here?&quot; Ismail asks sounding very worried and surprised to see me. I can t believe I was right; they have Ismail. They tied him to a chair.
  &quot;Ismail are you alright? I have been looking for you,&quot; I say trying not to sound scared, but glad at least I found him.
  &quot;You can t be here right now. You have to leave,&quot; Ismail says trying to remove the ropes around his hands to get to me.
  &quot;HEY! Enough talk. You! Fine lady, follow me. Ismail shut your mouth before I shut it for you,&quot; the scary man says. 
  Ismail and I don t say anything, but I can tell he wants nothing more than to get me far away from here as soon as possible. The scary man leads me through the bedroom and into the bathroom. 


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