I was lost. The rain made the roads slippery, and I didn't dare to speed. My anxiety grew with every passing second.
Suddenly, something blocked my path. Squinting through the rain, I saw an old, beat-up pickup truck. It looked eerily similar to the one I had seen when I first went to Feretah, the one driven by those three robbers!
A bad feeling crept over me, sending shivers down my spine.
My palms began to sweat, and my breathing quickened.
I instinctively wanted to turn around and flee, but the road was too narrow, and in my panic, I couldn't manage the turn. My driving skills were no match for this situation.
Three burly men jumped out of the truck, holding sticks as they approached me.
"Well, well, look who it is! Didn't expect to see you again, sweetheart!" The man with a face
