The van was rattling and clanging violently as it navigated the uneven terrain, each bump causing the metal frame to groan in protest. Inside, the air was thick with a sense of unease, punctuated by the faint scent of antiseptic that lingered from the drugged state of the new guy. You had administered a different kind of sedative this time, one that was unfamiliar to you, leaving you uncertain about how long he would remain unconscious. The weight of that uncertainty pressed heavily on your mind, compelling you to take precautions. You secured him tightly with rough, frayed ropes, ensuring that he wouldn’t be able to escape should he regain consciousness unexpectedly

As the engine hummed and the tires crunched over gravel, you felt a knot of anxiety twist in your stomach. You had anticipated this moment, the moment when he would wake up and realize the precarious situation he was in. Sure enough, after what felt like an eternity, the stillness was shattered by a sudden movement. His eyes fluttered open, wide, and filled with confusion and panic. The dim light filtering through the van's small windows illuminated his face, revealing a sheen of sweat that glistened on his brow

"Where the hell am I?" he shouted, his voice a mixture of fear and anger, echoing off the van's metal walls. He squirmed against the restraints, his body twisting and turning like a worm caught in a relentless grip. The ropes dug into his skin, and you could see the muscles in his arms straining as he fought against his bonds. His breath came in rapid bursts, each exhale laced with desperation as he frantically scanned the cramped space around him, searching for any sign of familiarity or hope

The van, with its peeling paint and grimy interior, felt like a prison cell to him. The shadows danced ominously in the corners, and the sound of the engine seemed to mock his predicament. You could see the realization dawning on him, the understanding that he was at your mercy, and that thought sent a shiver down your spine.