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They drag me out the car and I didn’t have the power to resist. Not when a gun is a foot away from me. They push me inside the small and simple wooden cabin. The common area has an old, rundown couch, a smoke-stained fireplace, and a coffee table in the middle of the room. One of the guys puts the table aside and places a chair instead. I feel the gun poke against my back, the guy behind me saying: “Sit down.”