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... s a sharp ringing in my ears and something wet trickling down my neck.
Blood, maybe.
Or sweat.
Hard to tell when your head’s pounding like a war drum and your body folded like an underfed gymnast at the Olympics.
I think I’m in a trunk.
A moving one.
The hum of tires, the bass of some awful music, and the occasional grunt from up front confirm that much.
My mouth tastes like metal and dirt. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚
My wrists ar ...
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