ESME'S POV
My head throbbed painfully as I forced my eyes open. Everything around me was dark, shifting, and loud.
The air reeked of sweat and gasoline. My body moved with every bump, every curve.
It took me a few seconds to realize I was inside a moving car or a van, maybe.
My wrists were bound tightly in front of me, the metal biting into my skin with each movement. My throat felt dry, my lips cracked.
I tried to steady my breathing, but panic built up fast.
“What… what’s happening?” I whispered, my voice trembling. No one answered.
Two men sat in front, their shoulders broad, their faces hidden by the dark tint of their masks. The driver’s eyes flicked up at me once in the rearview mirror but turned away immediately, like he was staring at something already dead.
“Please…” My
