If the man had known somebody like that, how many unsuspecting people out there were actually killers?
After the man repeatedly asked to be untied, the woman slapped him, as if it was nothing. Then, she said, “What’s your name?”
“Audrey.” I felt uncomfortable, that by just telling her my name, she immediately knew everything about me.
The man looked slightly dazed from the sharp slap, and stayed silent.
“What if this is a trick?” I asked them. “What if you’re making this all up? What if this is just an excuse for-”
“It’s not,” the woman interjected.
“But how do I know you’re telling the truth?”
“You don’t,” she said frankly. “I can see how you shouldn’t trust us, but I am telling the truth. You can believe it, or.. you can try to get back home before they find you again.”
Using those words made this situation sound so much more different than it just had.
“Why do they want me? Why would they want to do this to me?“
“Innocence,” the man said. “No one would suspect you.”