Chapter 98 CAPTIVE

Luke found himself bound and gagged, held captive in a dimly lit room by a ruthless warlord and his men. The air was heavy with the stench of sweat and fear, and distant gunfire echoed ominously in the background. His hands were tightly bound behind his back with rough, coarse ropes that chafed against his skin with every movement. He struggled against his restraints, his muscles straining against the unforgiving bonds, but they held firm, trapping him in his helpless state. Luke's heart pounded as he surveyed his surroundings, his mind racing with a thousand thoughts and fears. He knew he was in grave danger, at the mercy of a man who showed no remorse for his brutal tactics. The warlord's presence loomed over him like a dark shadow, his eyes cold and devoid of mercy as he studied his captive with a predatory gleam. Luke could feel the weight of his gaze bearing down on him, sending shivers down his spine as he braced himself for whatever horrors lay ahead. Hours stretched