Two months have passed since my internship at the consulting firm was almost over, and it was time for me to return to my home country. However, what happened on my last day in Belgium was beyond anything I could have imagined.

It was a Sunday, while the city was still asleep, I was preparing to leave. Little did I know that disaster was awaiting me around the corner.

Without much thought, I ran to the laundry to retrieve my clothes, without bringing my passport, phone, or money. "Just a few blocks away," I murmured. But fate had other plans.

In the quiet morning, a mysterious black sedan stopped in front of me. Two men emerged from the car, seemingly returning from a nightclub. In an instant, I was trapped inside their car, powerless to resist.

I tried to stay calm, refusing all their offers. However, my fear peaked when one of them attempted to touch me. Only the prayers of my parents kept me going.

When one of them left the room, I saw an...