The truth is, he wasn't that much of a big deal. No bald head, or muscles looking thicker than my 7-foot bed. He looked like a normal guy and on a different day I would have made a move to save myself but not that day. Was it the question he asked? Was it the way he asked it? I couldn't figure out. One thing I could clearly figure out though were the pictures he placed on the table. Sara? Mom? "Oh no please don't hurt them" I whispered. then it all went dark.