WHAT'S YOUR MOTIVE?

The woman didn’t say anything and instructed the goon to join her in the bedroom instead. While they probably began discussing the most effective ways to dispose of me, I tried to rid myself of the ropes that were wounded around my wrists. I didn’t want to die just yet.

The knot that had held the ropes together was strong enough to ruin all of my attempts to free myself. I, thus, realized that I needed somebody else to help me with it. I looked around me to find the goon’s phone on the table beside me.

Since my legs weren’t tied, I moved closer to the table and began operating it with my nose. Luckily, it had no passcode. After a few unsuccessful attempts at skilful scrolling, I did manage to get to the num pad. I dialled the police's number. As soon as the call was connected, I communicated my condition to them and requested quick rescue, for I feared the possibility of my abductor killing me before dawn was very high. They promised speedy assistance.

I doubted I could sit idly and w