CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
The taxi driver woke up with a start. There was a searing pain in his feet. Below him was a bright light. So bright, in fact, that he couldn’t see anything else. His head throbbed as if he’d woke from a massive hangover. He didn’t remember much. Just the sensation of been ripped from the ground. After that, there was nothing.
The driver tried to move but found that he couldn’t. He was bound tightly. Then, with horror, as his head began to clear, he realised he was upside down. He was strung up like meat heading for the s*******r.
He looked forward and saw blackness. The only light was that of the single bulb socket above his feet. The blackened-out lampshade was made to channel the light downwards in a column of light. His arms were stretched downwards, held tight b
