David was gagged once again. His arms were bound behind him with a seat belt strapped across his chest. Behind the wheel of a tiny matchbox-like Yugo, the man in the Pink Floyd t-shirt hadn’t spoken for over an hour. David squirmed as the pain of sitting on his hands from the passenger seat was nearly unbearable.
1. With each mile, they ^ deeper into the North Carolina wilderness,…
Missing a word (“drove”?) where I put the caret.
2. He popped off the emergency break…
Should be “brake.”