I could swear, if the windows on this car hadn’t been closed shut throughout the entire way, I would have flown out at some point in between.
The car drove for a long time. Outside the window, I watched as the sky brightened as the sun rose, and darken again as the sun went down.
All throughout, I was in a state of unrest, between sleep and wakefulness. The man paid no attention to me whatsoever, not when I told him that I was hungry, not when I told him I was thirsty. So I had little choice but to continue sleeping, for the sake of conserving my strength.
He drove me to a really remote place, then stopped the car in front of an overrun garden, then got off the car and carried me into what looked like an abandoned house.
It was completely dark inside. The man went straight to the furthest room inside, opened the door, and threw me in.