Mya Tom forces me out of the car and leads me into the woods, the front of his gun pressed against my back. We stop in what looks like a cave. My heart is racing with fear, and instead of praying to get out of this situation alive, I pray...
Mya Tom forces me out of the car and leads me into the woods, the front of his gun pressed against my back. We stop in what looks like a cave. My heart is racing with fear, and instead of praying to get out of this situation alive, I pray...