Malia I fumbled through my bag, desperately searching for anything that might help. My fingers brushed against my phone, and for a brief, shining moment, hope sparked. But when I pressed the power button, the screen stayed dark. My stomach twisted with dread. “It’s over,” I whispered shakily to myself, tears stinging my eyes. “I’m never getting out.” The darkness of the trunk pressed down on me, suffocating and relentless. The air felt heavy, each breath harder to draw. Panic clawed at my chest, every nerve in my body screaming for escape. I tugged at the restraints on my wrists again, but the ropes bit into my skin, refusing to budge. Just as the walls of the trunk seemed to close in on me completely, the metallic click of the lock broke through the oppressive silence. My body stiffened, my heart hammering wildly. The lid creaked open, flooding the confined space with blinding light. I flinched, throwing up my hands to shield my eyes as the silhouette of a figure loomed abo
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