RESCUE

“Where am I?” Ximena woke up; her head hurt. She was lying on an old mattress in a large room with old walls whose paint was peeling because of the humidity. She got up and looked around her. The windows had been covered with steel sheets, and the light came in through the plastic tile that was in place. The height of the walls of that cellar made him not even consider climbing them. He tried to open the door, and it didn't even have a knob to try to pull it.

“Let me out!” She yelled at the cameras, “You don't know who you've messed with; my husband will kill you; he's a very dangerous man. I swear they will regret having kidnapped me. I give them a chance to free me. Not only that, but I will even give them a good sum in cash.”

Only her echo and the movement of the cameras that were watching her answered her. A smoke came from the floor, and suddenly she felt very sleepy. When she woke up again, she found plates of food and more blankets. She tried to eat for her baby, but the crying