Dressed in a wight shirt, low waist jeans, and barefoot, I find myself handcuffed, with my arms suspended over my head. I don't know what's happening. It looks like an interrogation, but I have done nothing. The guy I see in front of me looks like he's about to hurt me, and I don't even know why. I'm so scared. I beg him to let me go and tell him that this must be some kind of mistake, but he is not listening. He clenches his fist tightly and punches me hard in my belly. I bent over with pain, but the handcuffs are still holding my arm above my head, so I can't fall on the ground. Desp... Show more