Something smells fishy

Hand bonded with ropes and eyes tied with cloth, Mr. Duncan sat in a chair, his heart pounding as fear consumed him. His breathing came faster and louder, and he looked around anxiously, blind as a bat.

He felt trapped, unable to move his body, scream out, and defend himself as someone walked over to stand behind the chair. They leaned their hands on it, and Mr. Duncan’s body went cold at their touch.

“You are not an Uber driver, are you?! Who are you? What do you want with me?” Mr. Duncan demanded in a raspy voice, regretting his decision to leave his hotel room to grab something to eat from a cafe.

Even though he got no answer, he could feel the presence of more than one person in the room, which send a shiver down his spine.

“Is it money that you want? I can give you and your men a million dollars if you let me go! Tell me what you want, and I'll get it!” Mr. Duncan said desperately.

“You are a bold man, offering money that is not yours.” When he heard those words, his heart st