Matt POV
The world is dark as I wake to familiar voices surrounding me, and I question if I’m actually dreaming. The leather head covering is sweltering and I feel near to suffocation. I struggle against the chains which have my legs bound together, while another set restrains my hands behind my back. I hear the muffled sound of a car engine in idle and I deduce that I’m in a vehicle of some sort. The sound of a door opening then closing has me on guard, as the stench of werebear assaults my nostrils. I pretend to still be unconscious as I feel the vehicle shift into gear before moving forward across what feels like rocky terrain.
After only a handful of miles the vehicle comes to a stop, before the trafficker exits once again. I strain to listen to a muffled conversation. Sudden
