His hot and alcoholic breath hits your neck as you feel your fingers go numb, the tight topes around your wrists cutting off circulation

“Not a sound now.”

He growls out, his teeth glaring furiously before he gives your tired legs a kick

The tape over your mouth forms a small tent, your breathing hitching when you realize there’s no way off this boat

Allan on the other hand is having a wonderful time, now sitting on a squeaky chair while reading the newspaper