February 13, 2017- The black van came to a screeching halt and cornered us against the edge of the cliff. There was no way out but down and I knew that there was no possibility of diving off of it again. That just wasn’t going to happen. The door flung open and five men in black, bullet-proof vests with the letters S.W.A.T. written on them said, “Get in.”
I looked at the large, stupid human and a wave of suspicion washed over his face. I could tell that he didn’t know whether to believe them or if this was just another booby trap that the tall, thin woman and her henchmen had constructed to kidnap us and kill us.
The large, stupid human said what we were all thinking, “How am I supposed to know that you’re the cops? Took you long enough to get here by the way.”
One of the men fired back, “Listen, do you want to find your wife or not? By my calculations, we have about twelve minutes to get to her before they do…”
Another man in the S.W.A.T. vest said, “You’re going to have to trust us.”
Simba got into the van and then the large, stupid human and Bernard. I hesitated for a second because my guts told me that something was wrong.
“Seabass, GET IN NOW!” Simba ordered.
Everything in me was screaming for me to run but I did as I was told…as soon as I stepped foot in the van I immediately wished that I had listened to myself.
May 2, 2016- I scrambled around the prison and looked everywhere for Simba. I searched all of his regular hiding spots but alas I could not locate his whereabouts.I retreated to my lair to think in silence; I needed a plan and I needed one now.
I paced back and forth; why was it that when I needed to do something quickly, my brilliant mind suddenly went blank? I heard a scratching sound above my head and looked up-nothing. A few seconds later I heard it again…I climbed onto the clothes washing shelf and investigated…there it was again-the sound was coming from behind a board at the top of the wall. I pushed on the board with all of my strength and then something extraordinary happened-the wall opened up to reveal a secret tunnel. My heart raced and I could hear the sound of it fill my ears at that very second I knew what I had to do.
I entered the tunnel cautiously for there was barely any light except for a few shards that barely shattered the cloak of inky darkness. My palms were sweating and my breathing became shallow-this felt extremely dangerous. I followed the sound of the scratching, it was getting closer. I felt my way through the corridor blindly, the blackness seemed to stretch into forever…the scratching had suddenly stopped and I felt myself becoming increasingly nervous. Perhaps Simba had laid a trap for me-after all I had done to him it would not come as a surprise; it was quite possible that he was luring me to my death. I gulped back my fear and continued on my trek …I could hear voices. I rounded a corner and a blast of bright light burned my retinas; I tried to focus but the brightness made it difficult. I rubbed my eyes and blinked hard and some of the blurry images finally came into focus. My heart beat wildly in my chest and I gasped…could this be possible? Tell me it was not so! What I witnessed next made me question EVERYTHING I ever thought I knew about…Simba.