“Someone wants to talk to you,” a heavily accented voice said in English. I didn’t catch more than a glimpse of the man before he put a gun to my head and reached in to fix the blindfold. I was taking a short break and considering a different strategy when the lid abruptly opened. The car wasn’t moving if i couldn’t open the door, I could at least make some noise.īanging around the car boot is awkward even if you’re not tied up inside it. I wondered how long it would take for me to lose sensation in them, and decided it wouldn’t be very long. Besides, it was freezing, and there wasn’t enough room to free my hands. I don’t like being stuffed into cramped, dark, closed spaces. I squirmed to dislodge the blindfold until it slipped.
My hands being tied behind my back wasn’t an unfamiliar sensation either. I would have liked to say this had never happened before, but that would’ve been a lie. I came to, for the second time, in the boot. I was dragging him out when everything went dark. The engine was idling, and the driver went down pretty easily, unconscious. Someone had been thoughtful enough to tie my hands in front. I opened my eyes in the backseat of a car, to the unmistakable dizziness that comes after being sedated.
