"Carry her," the leader of the kidnappers commanded in a cold, authoritative tone, his voice devoid of any sympathy or compassion.
"Yes, boss," one of the henchmen replied, acknowledging the order with unwavering obedience. The sound of their leader's instructions had Itzy's heart pounding even faster, every nerve in her body on high alert.
In the cramped darkness of the truck, she strained to listen, her senses acute as she detected the shuffling of feet and the creaking of the floor. The steps drew nearer, echoing like a sinister prelude to her unknown fate. Itzy's mind raced with questions, fears, and a desperate longing to escape this ordeal, but for now, she had to maintain her pretense of unconsciousness as the footsteps approached.