jason ryback bullet point for blogThere was no time to react. My hands shot up to the hood over my head, but two pairs of hands grabbed my wrists and pinned them behind my back. A zip tie clamped my wrists together, digging painfully into my skin. I bruise like a peach at the best of times. If I ever got out of this, I knew it would leave a big bruise for ages.

A pair of hands shoved me against the cathedral wall and pinned me there.

“Let’s see you write your way out of this one,” a male voice grunted.

My face wrapped in darkness, I strained my ears for every sound.

Someone approached from around the corner.

“We’re clear,” came a second voice.

“We found you a cave of your own,” the first voice said. “One where no one will ever find you.”

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