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The smell of burning rubber permeated Stephen’s nose. Everything was dark, he couldn’t move his hands, he couldn’t breathe.
Logically, Stephen knew that he wasn’t back in the car. He had been ambushed on a mission, knocked out with a tranquilizer dart, and woke up tied to a wall. Logically, the scent of burning rubber wasn’t real. The water Stephen could feel pooling at his feet, the sound of his phone ringing, Billy calling over and over again, the numbing pain in his hands, wasn’t real. He was trapped, but not back in his car.
His anxiety didn’t believe him.