Feeling no need for caution around such a seemingly harmless man, Alfy shook her head. “I just want to visit a friend. I didn’t get to see her one last time before she passed.”
The words brought a wave of sorrow over her, but she fought to maintain her composure, refusing to let tears fall in front of a stranger.
The driver nodded with understanding, his eyes softening with sympathy. “I see. You should try to move on. After all, we must accept that.”
Alfy remained silent, wrestling with the grief that threatened to break through.
The taxi pulled to a stop at their destination. “Young lady, we’ve arrived,” the driver announced, turning to look at her fully.
After checking the fare displayed on the meter, Alfy paid the money and thanked him.
But as her fingers reached for the door handle, the sharp click of the locks engaging froze her in place. With deliberate movements, the driver reached up and switched off all surveillance equipment inside the car.
A chill of foreboding washed over Alfy as she stared at the driver, her brow creasing with alarm. “What are you doing? I need to get out. Why are you locking the door?”
The driver’s kind expression melted away like a mask being peeled off, replaced by a smile that made her skin crawl.
“Why lock the door? Well, to take you to a nice place, of course.” The malice in his eyes now stood in stark contrast to his earlier friendliness.
Panic flared in Alfy’s chest as she realized the danger. She wanted to shatter the window and escape, but she had nothing like a hammer with her, and breaking a car window wasn’t nearly as easy as it looked in movies.
“Open the door and let me out, or I’ll call the police right now!” she shouted, struggling against the locked door.
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Her heart hammered against her ribs as she fumbled for her phone in the back seat. In this critical moment, Alfy knew exactly who she needed to reach—her uncle. With surprising clarity amid her fear, she understood that only he could protect her from whatever this man intended.
But when she unlocked her phone, the screen showed no signal. Her stomach dropped as the realization hit her—the taxi was equipped with a signal jammer, cutting her off completely from the outside world.
Alfy’s heart plummeted into darkness. With no way to reach her uncle, she tightened her grip on her phone and lunged forward toward the driver, aiming to strike him on the head with it. After all, only a heavy like a phone could serve as a weapon now.
“Let me go! If my uncle finds out, he’ll make sure you regret it!” She never imagined that a simple visit to pay respects at the cemetery would thrust her into the clutches of a kidnapper.
But the driver moved with the practiced precision of someone who had done this before. As Alfy lunged forward, he swiftly reached for a white handkerchief from a small box beside him. To her confusion, instead of pressing it against her face as she expected, he covered his own nose and mouth with it.
While Alfy hesitated, trying to make sense of his actions, a strange medicinal scent filled the air around her. In that terrible moment, understanding dawned just as her vision began to swim.
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