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More than I wanted to realize, this is serious. I knew it from the start, but everything happened so fast. My throbbing headache isn't helping either, but I can only blame myself for getting wasted at a club all alone.

I feel undeniably helpless when two of the men grab my arms and pull me away like some prisoner. I want to scream, fight back, run and hide, but I can't. It would be too stupid to try anything, especially if the odds are outweighed, which they are. There's only one of me, and there's five of them. Whatever chance I had of escaping should've happened back in the ally. If I misplace my foot out here, I'm dead, and it's all over.

Willing, yet also unwilling, they drag me into the rundown house and throw me on the hardwood floor as if I'm nothing but a waste of space.

I don't fight or push back. I just take it. There's only so much I can do, and at the moment, there's nothing. I have to be smart, and fighting back or running right now would be a stupid decision. I don't do anything but lay on the floor to see what they're going to do.

It's not long before I'm being shoved forward down the small hallway. A door with peeling white paint opens down the narrow walkway, and one of the men drags me to the entrance of the doorway.

"I don't want to hear a sound." His threat isn't without meaning. If I make any noise, then my life is over.

I gulp when my bare foot touches the cool step that leads downstairs. There's no doubt that it's a basement.

As I'm walking downstairs, I hear the faint sound of a door closing, and when I turn around, I see the door now shut and being locked on the opposite side. I don't know where the night will take me, but I do know that if I were to escape, it wouldn't be through that way.

Continuing to walk downstairs, I finally meet the floor and feel frozen once my feet touch the ground. I round the wall of the stairs and see a small lamp that's turned on, a bed, and even a radio that's playing the softest amount of old music. I'm completely taken aback by the sight. Just where the hell am I?

Although my thought is an important question, there's no response or even a hint of an answer.

In the meantime, I don't deny myself the luxury of sleep. I have no clue what awaits my future, so I step towards the bed, climb inside, and turn the small lamp off. Whatever the next day has in store for me, I know I'll at least need to be well-rested.

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Heavy footsteps come rushing down the stairs in urgency, and my dreams come to a sudden halt from the loud intrusion.

I sit up swiftly in bed and swing my feet to the side of the mattress when the man starts pulling me up without a word. I decided it would be best to keep my vulgar words to myself, even if I don't want to. I don't have the upper hand here.

When I'm brought upstairs with the same men surrounding the room, I'm surprised to see a woman standing in the center of the space.

She has dark brown hair that's tied up neatly and wears black glasses with dark, maroon lipstick applied over her lips. She holds a clipboard and wears a fancy, brown jacket.

"Great, you're awake," she speaks with a bubbly voice, but I doubt her words are anything but sweet. "I'm here to examine you."

"Examine me for what?" I'm surprised by how fragile my voice sounds. It comes out so soft-spoken and not at all like me.

Her lips thin as if annoyed by my question. "I'm going to ask you once," she pauses and steps towards me in a rather quick way. "Do you want to live?" Her remark catches me off guard, but I nod quickly.

She smiles when I answer. "That's what I thought. Now," this time she flips a page on her clipboard as if used to this situation. "I'm going to ask you a set of questions, and it will determine what will happen to you. If you're honest, then I promise this will go by extremely fast."

"I first need to know if you live alone. Do you live with family or friends?"

"I have my own apartment, and I'm currently not speaking with my family. I don't have any friends." She nods as if my answers are perfect.

"That's good. Are you seeing anyone, are engaged, or have been married in the past? Divorced? Have a child or have ever miscarried?" Her questions keep coming.

"I'm not with anyone at the moment. I was engaged recently... or we talked about it, but I broke up with him. I've never been married or divorced. I don't have children and have never lost one either." I tilt my head low.

Judging by the gun that's being pointed at me to the side, I willingly hurry and answer each question as best as I can.

Although I have no idea what any of this means.

"Have you engaged in intercourse? What are your sexual preferences?" Again, this keeps becoming more and more strange than this situation already is.

"I'm not a virgin, and I mostly like men." Her eyebrow raises.

"Mostly," she repeats while writing down a few words with her pen. "I'm sure he'll like that response."

"Who? Can you please explain what's going on?" This time I'm not shy or speak quietly. I let my voice be heard because I expect an answer.

"You'll know when you meet him. Now, follow me. We have a long day ahead of us, and we need to find you some new clothes to wear before tonight." She motions with her hand for me to follow her when she walks out of the house.

Honestly, I follow after her so that I can get away from these men. It's not an option for me. However, I much prefer the company of one woman rather than a group of hateful men.

When I walk outside, I see her opening the driver's door of a luxurious, red Ferrari.

"Come on, we don't have all day to waste. Tonight is very important." She gets settled into the vehicle, while I come up and sit in the passenger seat.

I have no clue what's going on, but when she cranks the engine and speeds off the gravel road, I know that wherever I'm being taken will be far away from here.

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