In the bone chilling cold night, someone trashed about, flailing madly as two burly men gripped his arms tightly. Painfully. They dragged him with a duck tape covering his mouth, there was no word coming from him. Only muffled groans and useless sound.
They stopped on a bridge, a water river flowing under. One of his captors tugged on the duck tape, freezing his mouth and the words he wanted to shout. Alas, there was no one else around who could hear his scream for help. The passing cars were too fast, burying his desperate call under their zooming engines.
Nobody cared, not noticing, that a helpless man was about to be thrown into the big river meters under them.
His burned leg was bare, a long gaping flesh dripping blood along the way. The bandage previously covering it was already torn from when they dragged him across the ground. The two muscled men lifted him up a little, as if to cement their intention before they did it.
Splash!
Thomas was pushed down. He fell.
