The black car raced down the dark and empty road, headlights slicing through the heavy gloom like a surgeon's scalpel. Inside, Fabio had one hand on the steering wheel and the other tapping rhythmically. He wore a cocky grin, the kind that comes from feeling like you're on top of the world as if he just hit the jackpot. Meanwhile, in the back seat, Eduardo lay freely on the chair, unable to move, not even his finger.
Eduardo slowly blinked his eyes open, but the world around him was a blur. His head felt foggy as if it were stuffed with cotton. His hands felt numb, lifeless from whatever drug Fabio had pumped into him. Though his body was weak and unresponsive, his mind was still alive, racing with questions.
'Where am I? What happened? Why can't I move? No wait, where is Marcy?'
