I racked my brains for any clues that I may have missed. He was a westerner, clean shaven, mixed European accent, tall quite good looking in a cheeky kinda way. Just another traveller, sharing stories from his trips. Or so I thought.
One drink, he said. As I sat and waited for a group I had met, who were catching the night train to Manaus in the Amazon jungle. And I was going with them on the overnight sleeper. Away from all the craziness of Rio.
It hit me quick though. Flooding through my viens, my eyelids felt heavy as I glanced around. The bar was empty except for us. How did I not notice before. I tried to stand up, looking for the weird bar guy, as my new acquaintance grabbed my arm pulling me back down into my chair. The bar guy no where to be seen, and that’s when the lights went out.
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