I knew he was slow. But not that slow.

Makes me nervous. I want him to get a hit right now. I don't want him to go down. I want him to stay here forever.

They blocked me in so I couldn't get out. I couldn't escape. They started breaking the windows, then they choked me until I couldn't move. After that, they hit me in the face and knocked me out.

When you get into a different culture, for me, I was in shock. If I need to be productive in my job, I don't need to have these problems.

Now they see we are worth something, they care about us.

The only thing I remember is a truck carrying lumber, because I was lying in between the seats and my face was covered with a sweater. One of the kidnappers had his foot on my back so I couldn't move. We traveled for about an hour.