After I was kidnapped, my whole family was relieved. The kidnappers had mistaken me for someone else, and my older sister, who was supposed to be abducted, had escaped disaster.
When the police rescued me, almost every pore on my body was bleeding, but I neither cried nor made a fuss.
I had developed emotional numbness.
With no feelings left, I would never again be saddened by anything happening around me.
I was more at ease than I had ever been.
But later, they all regretted it, crying and begging me to go back to the way I was before.
