An eerie hush fell over the coach as the announcement crackled through the speakers, signaling a departure laden with foreboding.
''This is the driver speaking. Everyone is now on board. Fasten your seatbelts, we will be departing in 2 minutes. The route has been altered for fastest return to the city.''
Jason exchanged a glance with Kass, the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air. "Tell me the rest later?" he implored, to which Kass nodded silently. He kissed her forehead before securing their seatbelts, bracing for a journey that took an unexpected turn.
Within minutes, the coach was hurling down the motorway at breakneck speed. Kass, visibly unsettled, scanned her surroundings anxiously. Her eyes flitted from the floor to the television and then to the minifridge, seeking solace in the tangible shapes that surrounded her. Jason, observing her coping mechanisms, glanced out the window, noting the unusual emptiness of the motorway.
A sleek black car rolled by, its tinted windows concealing the driver's identity. Two similar cars trailed behind in a mysterious procession. Jason's alertness heightened, and Kass questioned, "What's wrong?" Unbuckling his seatbelt, Jason stood up to get a better view. One car separated from the convoy, speeding ahead and disappearing from sight.
The unsettling sequence of events escalated abruptly. A deafening bang echoed through the coach as it swerved violently. Jason, thrown to the floor, collided with a thud, his head taking the brunt of the impact. "JASON!" Kass cried out, urgently unfastening her seatbelt.
She dropped to the floor, shaking Jason, who initially appeared unconscious but groaned in pain.
As the coach zipped unpredictably, swerving on the motorway, screams reverberated through the corridors from terrified passengers. Fear surged through Kass as Jason, now regaining consciousness, rubbed his throbbing head.
"I'm fine—there's something bad happening," he warned. Outside, the enigmatic cars vanished from view.
Suddenly, the coach veered sharply off the motorway, initiating a tumultuous descent down a hill. Jason instinctively pulled Kass down with him, and they huddled in a corner as the world outside spun into chaos. The coach, now on its side, hurtled downhill, leaving the pair clinging to each other for dear life as they were dragged against the walls. She lost conscious.
Darkness enveloped Kass as echoed voices reverberated around her. She felt an unsettling sensation of being pulled and tugged, her consciousness swaying in the void. Nausea gripped her, rendering her unable to open her eyes. Amidst the auditory chaos, a distant voice repeatedly called her name.
Abruptly, she jolted awake, drenched in sweat, as a sharp slap landed across her face. The harsh awakening revealed a man with a bulldog face, emanating the pungent scent of cannabis, clad in grimy, tattered clothes. Laughter echoed from the corners of the room. Panic set in as Kass, surveying her surroundings, realised she was no longer on the coach.
The room, a stark concrete square, housed only a few chairs. Panic surged as she struggled against the chains that bound her. "Let me go!" she pleaded, her voice rising. Laughter from the men in the room heightened her anxiety. A chilling revelation struck her as they taunted, "Donovan's gonna have some fun with you."
Desperation overwhelmed Kass as she frantically screamed for Jason. The chaos escalated as someone pushed her chair from behind, tipping her face-first onto the unforgiving concrete floor. Laughter erupted in response. Tears welled up as she implored, "Let me go, please. I don't have anything to do with him." The man with the unmistakable cannabis scent, showcasing formidable strength, effortlessly righted her chair. "You're not going home until he decides. So shut up and stop screeching," he commanded.
Kass's cries of misery intensified, prompting the men in the room to grow restless. "Make her shut up," one of them demanded. Fear gripped her as another produced a bat and ruthlessly struck her head.
The world plunged into darkness once more.
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