He's starting to panic. Hell, he left panicked a few fuckin' exits back. He's holding on too tight, I can't fuckin' breathe, let alone talk. I scramble at his arm, clawing and thrashing, but there's something cold and hard pressed against the side of my head and everything's starting to go black.

I can't see them. I squint out into the dark, I try so hard, but I can't. He's waving his gun between my and the sound of their voices, and I know that could be my chance to break free, but I'm too weak. My legs buckle suddenly and I slump against him but he hardly seems to notice or care.