Dead Man's Revenge

"Nggghh…" For the second time in a day, Martin woke up. 

"What the fuck is happening?" Martin shouted angrily, or at least, he tried to, until he discovered that the only sound he could make was a muffled jumble, as something was currently covering his mouth and obstructing his speech. 

Frantically, he tried to reach up with his hands and take off the object that had muffled his speech, but his attempts were futile as he just realised that both his arms and his legs had been tied up.

Furthermore, something had also been used as a blindfold to impair his vision, meaning the person who had put them there clearly didn't want anyone to escape.

Shhhh… shhhh…

The faint, rhythmic sound of wheels rolling over dirt reached his ears. A vehicle, Martin thought, his mind scrambling to make sense of his situation. He was in a vehicle.

Martin, only left with the sense of hearing and the sense of touch, frantically wiggled around to try and figure out what exactly is his current situation.

It was then that Martin's foot bumped into something, another object that felt… strangely similar to a head. And the head was moving.

Martin was certain that this moving head was not from an alien, but from a real, living, breathing, human.

As he continued to squirm, Martin bumped into more bodies, all presumably in the same position as him. It was hard to tell in the darkness, but the grim reality was clear: he wasn't alone. 

What the hell happened? His mind raced. The cartel had come knocking at Gramps's door, and when they were rejected, the door had been blasted open. Now, here he was, blindfolded, gagged, and tied up in the back of a vehicle, surrounded by other captives.

"Okay, I know for a fact that I am in serious danger."

Martin kept wriggling, trying to find a way to escape, but without sight, he was crippled. For now, but decided to aim in a specific direction to find out more information about his surroundings.

"Nhh." After what felt like 10 minutes of wriggling, he finally hit his head against a wall.

"Okay, so I know now that I am being transported by the drug cartel in what seems to be a truck trailer. Got it." Combining information of the rough roads, the steel walls and certain other factors, Martin realised that he was currently in the back of a trailer truck.

And then, because he was next to a wall, the wall that luckily just happened to be right behind the driver"s seat, for just the faintest moment, he heard voices in what seemed like a conversation.

Martin leaned in more closely and tried to listen. 

"Hey boss, I did what you asked me and gathered all the people who didn't accept the offer."

"..."

"Thanks boss. So what do I do with them now?"

"..."

"Are you sure? They seem useful."

"..."

"To reconsolidate your control? Alright boss, I'll follow through on the executions."

And with that, Martin's blood turned cold. Execution? Surely they weren't talking about them, right? No, he had to get out.

Just then, he felt the vehicle slow down.

And he heard the window of the main vehicle open.

Another voice rang out, this time different. "No unauthorized entry. Only cartel members will be allowed further onwards."

"Intal, I am a cartel member."

"Oh, it's you. Alright, pass by."

Martin's mind was reeling. Unauthorised? Executions? What the hell is going on here?

The vehicle started moving again, and for the next hour, nothing of significance happened.

That was until the driver made yet another small conversation.

"Yo, brooks. Boss has asked me to "make an example" out of a few guys we captured. Start preparing and set up the cameras, and go to the filming room. We'll be there in 5 minutes."

Martin heard a loud "beep" as he hung up.

"FuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuck…Martin was in full panic mode, even if he couldn't move his limbs. He is going to die. There is absolutely no way he can escape this situation now. He can't free himself from his restraints, and he is now deep in cartel territory. His life, from the moment he was captured, was essentially already over.

And as if on cue, the vehicle slowed down and came to a halt.

He heard a "thud" sound as the vehicle doors opened, and a few moments later, the compartment doors creaked open.