My head is still throbbing, but this time my arms and legs are no longer bound to each other. The ground below me is hard. I opened my eyes slightly, and I was in a cement room. It was dark. There was a sliver of light coming out from under the door. I'm able to get myself leaned up against the wall in a sitting position. I looked over my body, and I was covered in bruises and cuts. I heard loud moans and groans coming from the surrounding rooms. I'm still trying to figure out how I got back into this situation again, when a loud bang enters my room, but it wasn't my door. "Alright men, it's time to move the who*es. Take them to the truck by whatever means necessary." I must have been the closest room to the stars cause my door slammed open first and in walked in a huge man who smelled of
