I stop sobbing and think about that question. We've been drugged and captured and chained by some pervert. If anyone just captured us for ransom, they wouldn't have taken away our clothes. Or not all. Or..., well, I HAVE NO IDEA!
I just want to get away from here, out of this nightmare. My arms are hurting terribly, I'm cold, I need to go to the toilet, I'm hungry, thirsty.

"What we are going to do? We're going to die!" I break out in tears again, my body shaking.