The room was like a small concrete box. There was not enough room to stand. They pulled off Ryan's shirt, cuffed his wrists, ripped off a piece of his shirt, balled it, shoved it down his throat, and taped his mouth. They pushed him in the box, where he squated before the other hostage. He was pushed squashed against the other... the door was locked, and they were plunged into darkness. Chest to chest, cramped, they could feel each other's sweat dripping down their chests.
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