I try to reach out. I can't though, my hands are tied. I look up, trying to find the sun as though that would help. Something moves behind me.
As I spin around, I feel paranoia growing as fast as the pressure on my temples and in my ears. My lips remain sealed, I want to scream. Was it even day-time, I can't remember anymore.
That last bump to the head did a number. I forget my hands are still tied and try again to reach to the back of my head to check for bumps.
That rat of a man. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be here. He must have told Antoine that I was working for the feds. I know it was him. Nobody else was suspicious of me, only Marcus.
But that doesn't matter now. Except for the rage growing in the pit of my stomach, no-one will ever know what a scheming rodent he is. Marcus will probably be rewarded for this.
Suddenly I stop moving. Something brushes against my leg. Probably just some vegetation. I try my hardest not to think about it as I wrestle with the binding that has my hands tied behind my back.
The knots would have swelled by now, I won't be able to slip this knot.
Hope is starting to leave. My eyes should be watering now, but it is too late for that. I say a quick prayer, as though that would somehow even out the sins I did in my life.
I focus on holding out as long as possible, I feel something nudge my back in the complete darkness. I let go of the breath that I have been holding on to for longer than I wanted to.
I can't see it, but I know that the bubbles are moving up in front of my face.