The boot of the car was small and airless, forcing my body to twist painfully into itself to fit inside the tiny space. The ropes burned against my raw ankles and the carpet scratched at my exposed skin as I tried to shift into a more comfortable position, to take the pressure off my right elbow and knee before I lost all sensation in them. I had woken up inside the boot, my head aching and my whole body sore, and it was only the sound of traffic and the unnerving motion of the car bobbing along that had allowed me to deduce where I was being held. Unfortunately for me, I had no idea how I had ended up there.
As the car bounced over a pothole my whole body rattled around inside the cramped space, my head dinging painfully off the roof. With my hands tied behind my back I couldn't even brace myself, and as the car took a sharp left I was pushed painfully to one side, my naked form shivering on contact with the cold metal. I fought a growing sense of panic as my heart thundered in my chest; I held back my tears for fear I would choke on the cloth that had been unceremoniously stuffed into my mouth if I started to sob.
Deliberately thinking about each breath I took helped me to keep calm - my only chance of getting out of this alive was to think of some sort of plan for when the car reached it's destination and the boot finally opened.
Problem was, I didn't know who would be waiting outside when it did.
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