AMELIA

My back was covered in cold sweat as I tried to remember how to breathe, my heart was pounding hard against my ribs and I'd almost choked from the lack of oxygen.

The man didn't move, I couldn't speak.

Somewhere at the back of my mind, I knew I was insanely terrified by what was happening, I knew I was being robbed and any small movement would get me killed.

I also knew that this wasn't the first time I'd experienced something like this.

It was like a knife at the back of my skull, reminding me, making my head throb so much that I'd almost bent over and heaved.

I couldn't breathe.

I couldn't speak.

My whole body trembled as my mind became bombarded with images of me being tied to a chair, my wrists bound so tightly that my skin had begun to bleed and seep into the thick tops, my throat was raw from screaming and my ankles hurt like hell.

And in that moment, I remember thinking…no one will find me, no one will come to save me, this is where I'll die.

“Please…” I rasped,