-jbd-202- I Was Tied Up By My My Neighbor Hana Info

Today, she asked me to write this. “Document your experience,” she said. “Be honest. For the record.”

When I woke, I was here. This unfinished basement. Concrete walls. A single bulb overhead buzzing like a trapped fly. My wrists bound with thick rope to an old wooden dining chair. My ankles tied to the legs. My mouth wasn’t gagged — she wanted me to speak. -JBD-202- I Was Tied Up By My My Neighbor Hana

Hana lived two doors down. Quiet. Kept her lawn neat. Waved sometimes when I took out the trash. We exchanged polite nods at the mailbox. I thought I knew her — the way you think you know a neighbor. Harmless. Maybe a little lonely. Today, she asked me to write this

That was my first mistake.

Hana sat across from me on a plastic stool, legs crossed, holding a spiral notebook. For the record