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Paralyzed with fear, my lungs forgot how to work as my eyes snapped from one uniform to the other.
Something was wrong. The badges and the way they stood said it all; they were not police.
The realization was sharp enough to slice through the panic clawing up in my throat.
I stopped struggling or trying to explain. Because something else was louder than my panic.
The driver guy wasn’t reacting or freezing like me; he just watched as if he expected it.
“Did he save me from danger just to turn me into a more dangerous one?”
The question hit my head, but I had no answer.
My wrists strained instinctively against the cuffs, metal biting into my skin as one of the men shoved me forward.
“Move!”
That was the first c***k.
I nearly developed a panic attack when his cold hands held
