Between slaves, there are very few places we can talk, but there’s a certain set of subtle head tilts and glances which we use to communicate. A flick of a finger or the brush of an arm can mean a lot when you can not communicate through speech.
After getting off the plane in Taiwan, I was directed to an isolation room. I was told there were some issues with customs, and that I would need to wait in this room to be processed. I was a little annoyed, but the personnel seemed polite, and they assured me everything would be fine. I texted my contact number. She reassured that everything would be fine. They would send someone to assist me through customs.
My name is Jessica Ann Swanson. I am originally from Chicago. I have been kidnapped and enslaved on a luxury resort island. I believe that we are somewhere in the pacific ocean. I wish I could give more detail about where I am, and how I got here, but details of my kidnapping are not entirely clear. I will tell you what I experienced, and what I remember.
As of this writing, I estimate that I have been here for about two or three years.
The residents refer to this island as Heaven.
