If you don't do exactly as I tell you, I am going to kill you. Jake stared horrified at the drug dealer sitting next to him, cringing away from the man's foul breath and bloodshot eyes. He was trapped, like a rabbit jumping on the end of a wire snare, which cut deeper each time it tried another frantic lunge for escape. The man beckoned a dirty, crooked finger outside the car window at his mate, who came running, slipping open the passenger door where Jake cowered, and bent awkwardly over to untie Jake's shackled hands. The drug dealer leaned closer, stroking Jake's cheek with the sharp edge of a flick knife, drawing a tiny bead of glistening blood. He whispered in a low tone scarl, you have three days to bring me the goods, or you die. Jake had heard these words before, but this time he believed the threat. Jake shuddered, and his breath sang sharply as he gasped for air in the sudden frigid air, but before he could speak, the man shushed him with a finger to his lips, and then shoved Jake roughly, and said, go! Jake scrambled out the car, and then was running, running, scrambling away from this nightmare and his demons, but they followed him into the black dark of night. He was indeed the rabbit caught in an ever tightening trap.
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