“I don’t know who you are, but I have my rights, and I am also a personal friend of the sheriff,” I protested before that violation of my constitutional rights.
“We know it and that’s why we’ve treated you in good manners, don’t think we’re always like that,” said one of those who had forced me into the car and now was sat in the passenger seat.
“However, you still haven’t told me who you are or what you want,” I protested, watching as the vehicle started its march without anyone having noticed that.
“All in good time” the woman said.
At that moment, without knowing how or why, perhaps motivated by the tension that I was experiencing, perhaps because I felt closed and claustrophobic, I don’t know why, but I began to breathe with difficulty, it seemed that I was short of air, I felt tha
