Part 3

Well, the Officer was unaware that he was being manipulated, but Stephayella represented his karma for being part of a group of individuals who kidnapped me.

“What? The Prisoner?”

“He’s gone?” He inquired, “Where is the Prisoner?” The Officer stated clearly as he turned around and noticed I wasn't on the horse.

“Oh God! The Prisoner has escaped!” He exclaimed once more. Well, the Officer, who was alone, had no option but to acknowledge that I had fled.

Moments later, the other Officers and the four guys who had gone to the restroom exited the bar to proceed to a Police Station, but I was nowhere to be found.

“What? Where is the Prisoner?” One of the Officers questioned upon realizing I was not on the horse tied and secured to the pole. “I know it sounds strange, but the Prisoner has escaped, sir!” The Officer who was outside with me responded.

“What? But how?” The other Officer retorted, restraining him in his chest.

“Why did you allow him to escape?” The angry Officer demanded again. “I saw a young woman on the ground on the road—I was assisting her—then when I returned, the Prisoner was gone,” he explained. “I don't know what transpired—whether he vanished or not,” the Officer replied, his voice weary and drenched in sweat.

“What if he is telling the truth?” Another Officer suggested. “Be quiet!” The furious Officer shot back. Indeed, it appeared that the angriest Officer held a position of authority over the others, as he acted with greater command. “What should we do now?” One of the four guys inquired about it. “We are going home and there is no point in continuing!" The angry Officer responded.