The 48 Hours They Stole His Crypto — And Almost His Life

The stench of gasoline and burnt plastic clung to the air. Miguel, a freelance developer from Bogotá, gagged against the rag stuffed in his mouth. His left eye was swollen shut, but he could still see the glint of the soldering iron in the torchlight.

Last chance, the woman said, her voice calm, almost kind. Your Phantom wallet password or we start with your teeth.

Three days earlier, Miguel had posted a screenshot of his Solana gains in a Discord server. A fan DM’d him, flattering his trades. They met for coffee. He woke up here — a decaying farmhouse, chained to a radiator, his phone’s camera trained on him.

We livestream torture now, the woman said, tapping her phone. Your followers will watch you break. Fun, no?

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Hour 18 — They had taken two fingernails.

Hour 29 — A cigarette burn on his collarbone.

Hour 41 — The soldering iron hovered over his forearm.

Password. Now.

Miguel’s mind clung to one truth — the real wallet was secured behind a 25th-word passphrase even they could not brute-force. The password they wanted? A decoy, holding just enough SOL to seem legitimate.

Phrase is, he rasped, reciting the fake.

The woman’s eyes lit up as her accomplice typed.

Eight thousand dollars? You are poor?

She backhanded him.

Where is the rest?

Miguel spat blood.

That is all.

They did not believe him.

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Hour 47 — The soldering iron pressed into his palm. Miguel’s scream shattered the stillness of the countryside.

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Hour 48 — Tires crunched gravel outside. The woman froze.

Cops, her accomplice hissed.

They fled, abandoning Miguel — but not before draining the decoy.

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