Warning: mention of kidnapping, lack of consent, personal painful experience of the victim.
I usually don't write anything on a blog, just enjoying someone else's creativity or thoughts, but today I need to talk it out. I was almost kidnapped. Right in the city center, by the subway, in full view of people.
Evening, about six or seven in the evening. I'm waiting for a subway sign so we can go to the tea room together (he's late). A guy about 20-something years old comes up to me and starts saying something about his friend's wedding (I didn't really listen, I just quietly put my wallet deeper), after he came closer, starting to be interested in me more openly. I politely refused and started writing and calling my friend as soon as he would be there. He was still far away, so he told me to just get away from this strange guy. But I only had time to put my phone in my pocket when they grabbed me and started dragging me towards the roadway and parking spaces.
I screamed, fought and called for help. People around just looked at it. I tried to hit as hard as I could, but he was much stronger and held on tight. I begged and screamed "Help!" ,"I don't know him, first time I've seen him, please, help!", "Let me go!", but it was ignored by both him and the people around.
At some point, I pushed off from him with my whole body, hitting him in the chest, grabbed my bag and ran in the other direction from the subway.
I'm safe at home now. But my heart is beating like crazy, because I realize that I might never return to my family again.
I do not know if it was a bride theft, but in any case it is a kidnapping, or rather, an attempted kidnapping. I couldn't tell my family about it, but I'm still going through this experience.
I'm sorry to write this, thank you for reading it.