"Oh wow, your whole body was hurting" said the man at the same time he looked at me when I was stretching my body and had caught the bag of food before it could fall to the ground and spoil because of me.
I was beginning to hate that that man did not allow me to see his face, it was frustrating for me to have to see only a pair of eyes and a nose without knowing what he was thinking of me with his lips.
"Well, let's eat" he said.
Was it legal for my kidnapper to sit next to me to eat? Was it legal for my kidnapper to share with me the same food that he prepared for himself? Those questions were going through my head without knowing if they would have an answer one day.
Above all, the one I was most interested in answering, why the hell was I now having the bad luck of having to be kidnapped all the time?
What kind of karma did he have to pay now?
