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Twenty-seven days doesn't sound long but it feels like a lifetime. My shoulder-blades ache and my nose drips. I can't do anything about it. My heartbeat and ragged breaths are all I can hear.
Twenty-seven days ago I went down to the docks to set up an incredible photo shoot for my website. I wanted to use the backdrop of the colorful graffiti wall against the clean lines of the décor I had in mind. It was going to be epic.
Twenty-seven days ago the click of my camera shutter was the last happy sound I heard.
Twenty-seven days ago I heard a muffled scream. I turned around. That was my biggest mistake. I saw enough to make me a liability. When they shoved the scantily-clad girl in a shipping container and set their sights on me, I ran.