It takes the pair of them to lift me; her at my feet, him at my shoulders; carrying me to a car parked, as I now realise, only yards away. They roll me over the edge of the trunk, where I thump down, landing awkwardly and on my face. Twisting, I'm still trying to ease myself into a more comfortable position when, letting me see her do it, Juliana delves into her bag again. She produces a small bottle, sets it on the edge of the trunk, then after another rummage, plastic packets containing syringe and needle...My bladder tightens.At least the needle will be clean..."He's not going anywhere, Sola," says Jose. "Nowhere we don't want him to go anyway.""I don't want him enjoying the ride too much. Just check he's properly restrained."Jose leans in, gripping me at my shoulder, rolling me. He prods at my knees and my ankles, both locked tight. Then at my elbows. "He's fine.""Good." Juliana's eyes flick between mine and the needle and syringe as she assembles them. Then she g
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