Prisoner

Behind her back, terror and anguish lurk. The threatening knife pointed at her back, held by mManuel, who hurls his words with cruelty.

-Don't talk, don't run, don't scream, or I'll stab you. Pretend we're boyfriend and girlfriend," he whispers with a sinister look in his eyes.

Tears begin to flow from her eyes, unable to contain her fear. Manuel, in his sadism, tells her coldly:

-Don't cry, my little butterfly. Save those tears for when we get home. There you will find plenty to cry about.

A shiver runs down her spine, but in an unexpected act, she lets out a macabre laugh that pierces the air.

Afterwards, he forces her to sit on a nearby bench and, with apparent calmness, asks her if she would like something to eat.

Between stammers, she replies:

-Yes, I'd like two sandwiches and a soda.

He smiles, but then waves his finger in her direction.

Without a word, he turns and walks away, leaving her sitting on the bench, trembling and full of uncertainty.

Her heart pounds as she watches Manuel walk off into the distance.

She struggles to find a way out, a way to escape this nightmare.

Her thoughts mingle between fear and hope.

Will she be able to find help, will she be able to free herself from Manuel's clutches?

Meanwhile, the world goes on, oblivious to the tragedy unfolding in that dark corner of the park.

People walk by oblivious to her suffering, unaware that her life hangs in the balance.

As the sun slowly sets on the horizon, she clings to the hope that someone will save her from this torment and give her back the freedom that has been taken from her.