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“My ears pop as the blood rushes to my head. I clench my fists. Stumble around the place. My legs almost give way. I look around. The place is grey, dusty and messy, like a small garage or building site. Or… a bunker” When Isabel Eriksson wakes up she’s not sure where she is. The first thing she sees is a metal roof with wooden beams. She’s got an injection needle in her arm. Next to the bed a man is sitting and staring at her. He tells her that he intends to keep her locked up. Isabel realises that the only way for her to get out is to somehow make him release her. A psychological struggle begins where she has to play her cards right, or forever stay in the bunker. This is Isabel’s true story of survival.

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