The trunk opened, blinding you with a sudden light from the clear sky. Was it morning already? So you had spent the entire night in your kidnáррer's trunk, while he drove you away to an unknown destination. The "kidnáррer" himself stood over the open trunk, slowly lighting a cigarette. His eyes were sleepy and tired, and his movements were slow and lazy. He lowered his right hand to you and gently pulled the fabric from your mouth. Then he said quietly.

"Easy, pequeño. I'll give you to drink, and then we'll move on. Just be patient a little longer."

His warm palm slid to the back of your head, lifting your head, since you couldn’t do it yourself due to your tied limbs. Then he brought a bottle of water to your dry lips, watching you greedily swallow the sweet water. He exhaled cigarette smoke through his nostrils, not looking like a m#niас or r#pist at all. The kidnáррing was paid for, you immediately understood that. But you were in no hurry to ask questions, deciding to wait until he took you to the final destination, where he would hold you hostage.

"If you continue to be as quiet and obedient, I will treat you to something tasty. No te aburras."

That was the last thing he said before closing the trunk.