Tears dripped from Elizabeth’s swollen eyes. Fatigue saturated every joint. Her muscles twitched relentlessly. It had already been a tiresome day and she didn’t have the strength to cope anymore. She struggled against the restraints that held her motionless in the darkness of the trunk of her vehicle careening down the highway.
I must not give up! I have to think.
The vehicle slammed through a deep pothole jarring her teeth. The tires squealed as it turned onto a smooth surface. She detected from the apparent speed of the car that they were already out of the city limit. Her mind played all the warnings she had ever read in emails and on Facebook about how to get free from a situation such as this.
She had tried them all before she was shoved into the trunk. She had parked next to the main entrance of the mall. It was early afternoon as she approached her car. When the gunman asked for her purse, she tossed it away from herself and began to run in a zigzag fashion. It didn’t work. He wasn’t interested in her purse and he had another man with him who threw something toward her ankles that wrapped around them and caused her to fall flat on her face.
She tried to edge close to the rear lights of the car to bust them out so that the car would be stopped by a highway patrolman, but she couldn’t move a muscle. They had pulled a large bag over her after putting restraints on her from head to toe. They even blindfolded her.
Did anyone see this happen? If they did, would they tell the police? God, how did you allow this?
Never in her life had she felt such fear. At first, she trembled, but now the tremors had turned into an earthquake scale of shaking. Why would I be chosen? My car is not even new or on any of the most desirable lists. I am not wealthy. I am just an ordinary middle aged woman.
The icy grip of fear choked her. It had become a presence in the trunk with her. She moaned her prayer through the gag in her mouth. I am a child of the Most High God. I will not fear...even if it brings me to death.
The grip on her throat was still there, but it lessened. Help me through this. I have no strength but in You, dear Lord.