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    A horrible realization dawned on Katie, her face draining of color. “Wait, you’re not nning to burn us alive, are you?”


    The shock hit Thea next. “Oh my god, are those—are those gasoline barrels?”


    “Don’t! Please—don’t do this!” Their screams echoed in the car as they fumbled frantically at their restraints—until the cold press of gunmetal against their skulls stopped them cold. No escape.


    Tears streaming, heads shaking in frantic denial, they clung to their seatbelts, hearts thundering with terror.


    “You’re in it for the cash, right? I’ll pay—anything! Just name your price, but let me go!” Thea pleaded, desperation choking her words.


    Beside her, Katie’s face was ghostly pale. “I also have money—please, take whatever you want! Or if you need a favor, I’ll do it. Just don’t kill us!”


    But their sobbing pleas fell on deaf ears. The masked men remained stone-faced, unmoved by the fear in the car. Not even their frantic offers of cash or desperate bargaining for their bodies drew the slightest response.


    Katie and Thea trembled more violently. Could this really be their final moment? Panic had leeched every bit of color from their faces. Dread pressed down, suffocating them. All they could do was watch in paralyzed horror as the masked men wrenched open a blue barrel and hefted it toward their sports car. This had to be the end. There was no way out. Was this really how their lives would finish—here, like this?


    No, it couldn’t be. Not this way!


    Then, the first wave hit—liquid sttered across them.


    “Ugh! Ugh…” Both women sputtered, coughing and retching. Wait—this wasn’t gasoline at all!


    Earlier, caught in their terror, they hadn’t even noticed the absence of fuel’s sharp tang. Instead, a foul, overpowering stench crashed over them. It wasn’t fire in those barrels—it was sewage, thick and foul. Before the shock could even settle, the second barrel was already being dumped out, drenching them once again.


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    “Ugh…” Their bodies convulsed with dry heaves, gagging until tears pricked their eyes and everything blurred.


    Devastation etched across Thea’s face as she watched her cherished sports car drown beneath waves of reeking waste. “My car! Bluh—” she eximed, but her cry was drowned out as the third barrel’s contents sshed directly into her mouth. “Ack! Ugh…”


    Katie was hit just as hard—so violently that she identally opened her mouth and swallowed a mouthful of the vile sludge. “Gaaah!” she gagged, choking on the foulness.


    Both Katie and Thea convulsed and retched, but their attackers showed zero mercy, relentlessly dumping barrel after barrel of putrid waste onto their heads. What kind of twisted lunatics were these? Complete maniacs—all of them.


    Katie and Thea had thought they were kidnapped—no, this was something far worse. They’d been ambushed by a squad of sewer workers gone rogue.


    The relentless assault only ceased once thest drop of filthy sludge had been poured out.


    Thea and Katie sat frozen, too rattled even to scream, but the stench clung to them like a second skin, invading every breath—no, it seeped into their pores. Disgusting beyond words. They were utterly wrecked, teetering on the edge of tears but too horrified to even sob.


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