Is this gritty and realistic ? Maybe it was the lack of heat on his skin, after hours of drowning in the sunlight, night has engulfed his senses. And as he opened his eyes , his pulse was in his throat , chasing the burn of the rope that scathed both his wrists. His spine , bound to the metallic surface of the black Mustang , refused to elevate as constraints held it captive to the enslavement of thicker ropes. As his pelvis jolted upward , it was met with the grind of further entrapment . Victor's helpless screams punctured the air , sending a reverberation to his sickened core. "Please-". With the roof of the car submerged under-water and the underpass flooding, his pulse was counting his moments away . As the menace of frigid water encroached the edges of the vehicle, his demise was closing in . And while the car's wheels were solid against the ground, his hours of self imposed friction, caused by thrashing against his own bindings, had left him unable to escape as he lay bound to the car's roof. Binds had been wound over his torso and pelvis, securing his fate atop the once drivable beacon of solace and escape. Victor had been fleeing his captors , until the day had taken a twist toward hell, with his believed Mustang now on the floor of the highway's underpass, and the ocean's water set to flood the area . Entering his peripheral vision , a now buoyant can of soda that had been embedded in the mud hours earlier sent a wave of nausea to the pit of his guts. Victor had resisted the implantation of the Vanderine, and as a consequence, he awaited the flowing seawater's embrace. It had been a mistake to resist. To misinterpret an ultimatum for an option. Had he been too blind to see with the clarity his eyes did now , as they gazed in terror at the clear , taunting glow of the stars , his heartbeat striking against his shivers of revulsion . With his boots soaked in freezing saline and his clothing sodden with his autonomy; it was ending. His delusion of agency, of dignity, of his earlier freedom as the steering wheel had laid under his hands. It was all spiralling out of reach ,the essence of his humanity seeping into the night air as he closed his eyes. "Don't worry Vic, you can swim when the tide rises , right?" , the voice had sneered against his neck. "Before we rope you to the roof of your vehicle, here , take the keys , so you can drive it on out, you pathetic fool." The flash back lingered on the edges of his psyche , as he flinched at the recollection. His eyes refocused on the sky, and he struggled to hold back another futile scream, his ears ringing from the sound of his own pleas. And as his tears bled into the void atmosphere, he convulsed in reactive horror, the sensation of his captor's breath still travelling across his flesh, draining his insides. Twisting his head away from the rising soda can , another scream wrought itself from his chest, albeit his better instincts . "Help me-" , his own voice echoed against the underpass , surrounding him. As he thrashed against his binds , throwing his head back against the roof of the drowning car, the frigid water bit at his flesh as it rushed over the gleaming surface of the Mustang . The same one he had driven to the side of the highway earlier that day. Now with his hands placed on his chest, and clasped around its keys , his teeth clenched with the irony of control being buried in his own grip. "Those bastards -" he muttered, his energy waning , the stars seeming closer yet further away as water lapped over the cars bonnet. That's when his screams finally reached Ryan's ears as he lurched to a halt, pulling Liam back and steering him toward the overpass . "What the hell -" his voice rang out into the night, as his eyes absorbed the scene below him. "Looks like they are getting more creative with their tactics " , he said, his grip on Liam's arm tightening with his disbelief and panic. "They've got the poor guy tied to a car-and his...torso is roped the hell down." Liam , surveying the unfolding situation, stripped his shirt, and scraped his hands through the gravelled asphalt. He gathered up a few rocks, handing the smooth yet rough edged tools at hand to Ryan. "Well , times tick in' better get down there Ry'. Ryan was soon yanking his shirt over his head , his reply laced with acknowledgment. "Oh yeah, my drunken ass might keep me warm down there. But that poor bastard has got to be freezing. And it's not the first time we've seen this. He said no the the Van' , and the sick batards are using his body as a calling card . " As Liam's face paled, he mused , "What about this...I know it's a pretty short piece of pipe , and it's only touch-and-go thickness but, it's -" As he held the piping up to his eyes , he confirmed his suspicion. "It's rusty , and hollow, would get the job done if it came to that-. " Ryan was already heading for the bank of the underpass and diving into its shallow , knee deep waters, Liam's voice a trail in the distance. He reached the riverbank and eased himself in after Ryan , his eye sockets blackened with bruises from his own near death escape. As he reached the trunk of the car , Liam began assessing the thickness of the ropes , dread creeping over his features. All Victor could do was watch as a dark figure crossed the coursing, cruel stream of foam , hauling himself onto the roof of the car , and kneeling over Victors partially submerged torso. As he adjusted his gaze to the darkness , a pair of hazel irises locked onto his horrified grey stare. "Hey, what's your name ? " the voice asked, as a pair of knees knelt by Victirs head . " I'm Ryan , call me Ry'. Liam and I were passing overhead and-well let's cut a long story short . We've escaped similar situations and we're gonna get you outta here. " Ryan yelled out to Liam in relief , "overpass is shallow , car ain't gonna sink any lower than this, buys us some time-" . Staring into the genuine pools of concern , Victor offered a dark chuckle at Ryan's gaze . "Name's Victor, and if you're gonna get me out of this mess , it'll be in a body bag right? Coz I'm gonna drown-" Ryan reached over Victors chest and pried at the binds around his writs , gauging the proximity of the rope to his skin. "Dan , I can't slip a finger underneath-" , he cursed , and angled the shard of glass at the binds. "Good thing me I've done this before . Severed my own binds and then his-" "Were you by any chance tied the the roof of the damn thing because of something called Vanderine?" . Victor , swallowing his fear responded "You too huh? I refused it, and -" Ryan slid the fragment of sharp glass back and forth , hacking at Victors wrists as he said "Yeah, but let's just focus on getting you free huh?" Liam knelt on the trunk of the car , water cascading over his thighs as he assaulted the thick ropes around Victor's torso. "Yeah , we can sure as hell try-"

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Maybe it was the lack of heat on his skin, after hours of drowning in the sunlight, night has engulfed his senses. And as he opened his eyes , his pulse was in his throat , chasing the burn of the rope that scathed both his wrists. His spine , bound to the metallic surface of the black Mustang , refused to elevate as constraints held it captive to the enslavement of thicker ropes. As his pelvis jolted upward , it was met with the grind of further entrapment . Victor's helpless screams punctured the air , sending a reverberation to his sickened core. "Please-". With the roof of the car submerged under-water and the underpass flooding, his pulse was counting his moments away . As the menace of frigid water encroached the edges of the vehicle, his demise was closing in . And while the car's wheels were solid against the ground, his hours of self imposed friction, caused by thrashing against his own bindings, had left him unable to escape as he lay bound to the car's roof. Binds had been wound over his torso and pelvis, securing his fate atop the once drivable beacon of solace and escape. Victor had been fleeing his captors , until the day had taken a twist toward hell, with his believed Mustang now on the floor of the highway's underpass, and the ocean's water set to flood the area . Entering his peripheral vision , a now buoyant can of soda that had been embedded in the mud hours earlier sent a wave of nausea to the pit of his guts. Victor had resisted the implantation of the Vanderine, and as a consequence, he awaited the flowing seawater's embrace. It had been a mistake to resist. To misinterpret an ultimatum for an option. Had he been too blind to see with the clarity his eyes did now , as they gazed in terror at the clear , taunting glow of the stars , his heartbeat striking against his shivers of revulsion . With his boots soaked in freezing saline and his clothing sodden with his autonomy; it was ending. His delusion of agency, of dignity, of his earlier freedom as the steering wheel had laid under his hands. It was all spiralling out of reach ,the essence of his humanity seeping into the night air as he closed his eyes. "Don't worry Vic, you can swim when the tide rises , right?" , the voice had sneered against his neck. "Before we rope you to the roof of your vehicle, here , take the keys , so you can drive it on out, you pathetic fool." The flash back lingered on the edges of his psyche , as he flinched at the recollection. His eyes refocused on the sky, and he struggled to hold back another futile scream, his ears ringing from the sound of his own pleas. And as his tears bled into the void atmosphere, he convulsed in reactive horror, the sensation of his captor's breath still travelling across his flesh, draining his insides. Twisting his head away from the rising soda can , another scream wrought itself from his chest, albeit his better instincts . "Help me-" , his own voice echoed against the underpass , surrounding him. As he thrashed against his binds , throwing his head back against the roof of the drowning car, the frigid water bit at his flesh as it rushed over the gleaming surface of the Mustang . The same one he had driven to the side of the highway earlier that day. Now with his hands placed on his chest, and clasped around its keys , his teeth clenched with the irony of control being buried in his own grip. "Those bastards -" he muttered, his energy waning , the stars seeming closer yet further away as water lapped over the cars bonnet. That's when his screams finally reached Ryan's ears as he lurched to a halt, pulling Liam back and steering him toward the overpass . "What the hell -" his voice rang out into the night, as his eyes absorbed the scene below him. "Looks like they are getting more creative with their tactics " , he said, his grip on Liam's arm tightening with his disbelief and panic. "They've got the poor guy tied to a car-and his...torso is roped the hell down." Liam , surveying the unfolding situation, stripped his shirt, and scraped his hands through the gravelled asphalt. He gathered up a few rocks, handing the smooth yet rough edged tools at hand to Ryan. "Well , times tickin' better get down there Ry'. Ryan was soon yanking his shirt over his head , his reply laced with acknowledgment. "Oh yeah , I'm guessin' he said no to the Van' , and the sick batards are using his body as a calling card . " As Liam's face paled, he mused as something metallic caught his eye , "Hey , what about this...I know it's a pretty short piece of pipe , and it's only touch-and-go thickness but, it's -" As he held the piping up to his eyes , he confirmed his suspicion. "It's rusty , and hollow, would get the job done if it came to that-. " Ryan was already heading for the bank of the underpass and diving into its shallow , knee deep waters, Liam's voice a trail in the distance. He reached the riverbank and eased himself in after Ryan , swimming through the rushing water. As he reached the trunk of the car , Liam began assessing the thickness of the ropes , dread creeping over his features. All Victor could do was watch as a dark figure crossed the coursing, cruel stream of foam , hauling himself onto the roof of the car , and kneeling over Victors partially submerged torso. As he adjusted his gaze to the darkness , a pair of hazel irises locked onto his horrified grey stare. "Hey, what's your name ? " the voice asked, as a pair of knees knelt by Victirs head . " I'm Ryan , call me Ry'. Liam and I were passing overhead and-well let's cut a long story short . We've escaped similar situations and we're gonna get you outta here. " Ryan yelled out to Liam in relief , "overpass is shallow , car ain't gonna sink any lower than this, buys us some time-" . Staring into the genuine pools of concern , Victor offered a dark chuckle at Ryan's gaze . "Name's Victor, and if you're gonna get me out of this mess , it'll be in a body bag right? Coz I'm gonna drown-" Ryan reached over Victors chest and pried at the binds around his wrists , gauging the proximity of the rope to his skin. "Damn , I can't slip a finger underneath-" , he cursed , and angled the shard of glass at the binds. "Good thing me I've done this before . Severed my own binds and then his-" "Were you by any chance tied the the roof of the damn thing because of something called Vanderine?" . Victor , swallowing his fear responded "You too huh? I refused it, and -" Ryan slid the fragment of sharp rock back and forth , hacking at Victors wrists as he said "Yeah, but let's just focus on getting you free huh?" Liam knelt on the trunk of the car , water cascading over his thighs as he assaulted the thick ropes around Victor's torso. "Yeah , we can sure as hell try-"

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