USER: Is this gritty and realistic ? Maybe it was the lack of heat on his skin, after hours of drowning in the sunlight, night has engulfed his senses. And as he opened his eyes , his pulse was in his throat , chasing the burn of the rope that scathed both his wrists. His spine , bound to the metallic surface of the black Mustang , refused to elevate as constraints held it captive to the enslavement of thicker ropes. As his pelvis jolted upward , it was met with the grind of further entrapment . Victor's helpless screams punctured the air , sending a reverberation to his sickened core. "Please-". With the roof of the car submerged under-water and the underpass flooding, his pulse was counting his moments away . As the menace of frigid water encroached the edges of the vehicle, his demise was closing in . And while the car's wheels were solid against the ground, his hours of self imposed friction, caused by thrashing against his own bindings, had left him unable to escape as he lay bound to the car's roof. Binds had been wound over his torso and pelvis, securing his fate atop the once drivable beacon of solace and escape. Victor had been fleeing his captors , until the day had taken a twist toward hell, with his believed Mustang now on the floor of the highway's underpass, and the ocean's water set to flood the area . Entering his peripheral vision , a now buoyant can of soda that had been embedded in the mud hours earlier sent a wave of nausea to the pit of his guts. Victor had res...

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