Shadows on the TrackThe high school sprinter pushed through ..
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The high school sprinter pushed through his final lap, sweat dripping from his brow, his breaths sharp in the cool evening air. Alone, or so he thought. In the shadows of the bleachers, a figure watched, eyes glinting with intent. 小狄 slowed to a walk, stretching his aching muscles. His campus, usually alive with chatter, was eerily silent. Slinging his bag over his shoulder, he headed home along a quiet street. Suddenly, hands grabbed him from behind. Before he could scream, he was shoved into a black van, the door slamming shut as tires screeched. He awoke, disoriented, in a dimly lit room. His wrists were bound behind him, the rope biting into his skin. The air smelled faintly of mildew. His eyes darted around—bare walls, a single flickering bulb, and a man stepping from the shadows. The captor’s face was half-hidden in the dim light, but his smile was cold. He approached 小狄, leaning close, and with a mocking chuckle, brushed his fingers across 小狄’s chest, teasing his nipples. 小狄’s heart raced, his helpless eyes locked on the man’s cruel gaze. “Relax, kid,” the captor whispered, pulling a roll of silver tape from his pocket. He taped it tightly over 小狄’s eyes, plunging him into darkness. Bound and blindfolded, 小狄’s pulse thundered in his ears. He heard the captor’s footsteps circle him, slow and deliberate. A faint clink of metal followed, then the soft creak of a chair being dragged closer. The captor’s breath was near now, hot against 小狄’s ear. “We’re just getting started,” he murmured. What happens next is uncertain—will the captor toy with 小狄 further, prolonging his fear, or does a darker plan unfold in the shadows of that grim room?
