Chapter 150 Special Treatment

• While blindfolded in the SUV, fear gripped me, but an unexpected calm permeated the surroundings. When the vehicle finally came to a halt, I was gently carried into a motel room, and a woman carefully removed the blindfold. Her fingers deftly undid the handcuffs as she issued a solemn warning, “If you try to run, they will kill you.”
• I heeded her words with the utmost seriousness, obediently following her every instruction. My eyes scanned the one-bedroom space, draped in ageing floral wallpaper that held traces of dust. The heavy curtains were drawn, and a lingering mustiness hung in the air. The woman that cared for me, sat on the other bed, watching TV.
• Lunch was served, and as a captive, I couldn't help but be struck by the peculiarity of the situation. The meal of fried rice with sweet and sour chicken seemed far from the typical fare associated with a kidnapping. The high-end packaging laced me with an air of suspicion.