~Sienna~
The rough fabric of the blindfold scratched my skin as I was yanked out of the car, the force making my already aching wrists sting where the zip ties bit into them. My shoes scraped against gravel as the goon holding me shoved me forward without care. My legs struggled to keep pace, stumbling as I tried to ground myself.
“Move,” scar-face growled, his tone as cold and unyielding as the night air.
The deeper we went, the colder it got. The earthy scent of damp soil mingled with the acrid tang of oil, rust, and something faintly metallic—blood, perhaps. My breathing quickened, shallow and uneven, as my mind raced. I couldn’t see, but I could feel. The suffocating weight of enclosed space and the eerie silence enveloping us only heightened my panic.
The blindfold was yanked off
