Darkness. When I came to, it was pitch black but what i was in was bouncing. I couldn't move my arms. I realized I was tied up. I overheard some guys scream "Jump!" and then there were no bumps in the road. I felt crazy G-forces and then, boom, my head slammed against the bed of the trunk.

I was okay—or so I thought. Then, suddenly, my back started to get wet. I realized they had thrown the car into the ocean. I started kicking furiously, and the trunk burst open, flooding with water. I twisted my body and thrust myself out of the trunk, my heart racing.

But I was still chained. I kicked my feet as hard as I could, but I couldn't rise out of the water. The chains were weighing me down. I fought to hold my breath as long as I could. My camera slipped out of my pocket, rising toward the surface as I sank. I couldn't hold my breath any longer. I opened my mouth, and water rushed into my lungs.

Panic surged through me as I tried to think of a way out. Desperation gave me a burst of energy, and I twisted and pulled against the chains with all my might. The car, now fully submerged, was my prison and my lifeline. I had to break free.

My hands, though bound, found a weak link in the chain. I twisted it with all the strength I had left. The metal bit into my skin, but I didn't care. My vision started to blur as my lungs screamed for air.

Then, with a final, desperate twist, the chain snapped. My body surged upward, propelled by sheer will. I kicked my legs, the surface of the water seeming impossibly far away. Darkness began to close in around the edges of my vision.

Just as I thought I would lose consciousness, my head broke the surface. I gasped, sweet air filling my lungs. I coughed violently, expelling water. The relief was overwhelming, but I knew I wasn't safe yet.

I looked around, trying to get my bearings. The shore was visible in the distance, a dark line against the night sky. Using the last of my strength, I swam toward it, every stroke a battle against the exhaustion threatening to pull me back under.

When I finally reached the shore, I collapsed onto the wet sand, breathing hard. The chains, still attached to my wrists, felt like the lightest burden compared to the weight of the ocean. I lay there, staring up at the stars, grateful to be alive.

As my breath steadied, I realized the ordeal wasn't over. I had to find out who had done this to me and why. But for now, I allowed myself a moment of rest, knowing that I had survived the impossible.