(650 words) Invisible hands grabbed my arms from behind. I kicked out, into thin air, and felt the acute pain of a blow just below my right breast. I shouted out in agony, falling onto the hard cellar floor. I was barely aware of my hands being cuffed, then I was manhandled onto a chair in the dark. A bright light, like a stab of sunshine, shone into my eyes, hurting, even as I quickly closed them again. “What you doing here?” The voice sounded foreign, Middle-Eastern perhaps? “I could ask you the same question. Aagh!” A broad hand gave my right cheek a resounding slap.
