Chapter 89

John struggled in the car, wedged tightly between the burly figures of his kidnappers. The space felt suffocating, each breath a laborious task as the weight of their bodies pressed against him, making escape seem impossible. His wrists were bound tightly, the rough rope chafing his skin raw, and his vision was obscured by a thick, scratchy cloth tied around his head.

“Who is it?! Free me!” John thundered, his voice echoing within the confined space of the vehicle. Panic surged through him as sweat trickled down his face, stinging his eyes beneath the blindfold. His heart pounded erratically, each beat a drum of desperation.

As he writhed in their grip, he could feel the harsh reality of his situation pressing down on him like a physical weight. The car’s engine roared beneath him, a constant reminder of the relentless forward motion into the unknown.

John’s breaths came in ragged gasps, his mind racing with fear and anger. He twisted and turned, muscles straining against the unyield
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