ss. A splitting headache hammered

ng against her cheek. The air in the room was damp

ess basement room. A single, dim yellow bulb hung from the c

on. She looked down at her wrists and ankle

d spun around, searching the tiny space for her frie

grabbed the handle. She rattled it violentl

hallway. A key slid into the l

ght spilled into the room, silhouetting

a sharp butterfly knife. The silver

hit the cold concrete wall. She felt li

trembling voice out. "Where is S

the knife shut and shoved it into his p

times, then shoved the ph

tered wooden chair. Her hair was a mess, and a dirty rag was stuffed i

Bruno, stood holding a pair of heavy metal plier

gs. Hot tears spilled over her eyelas

k two steps closer. He looked down a

coldly. "But first, you are goin

. She tried to keep her breathing steady. "

cked. He reached out into the hallway and dragged a bla

led out onto the dirty floor. It was a waitress unif

o The Midnight Lounge tonight. One of the waitr

take a bottle of wine, walk into the VIP suite at the end o

random, unknown girl into a VIP room with a bottl

"No. No, that will get us both k

humb hovered right over the send button. "I press this, and Br

for any possible weapon or escape route in the tiny room. But against two massive enforcers, she had absolutely nothing. She realized with chillin

deep humiliation rolled down her ch

wn and picked up the red velvet uniform,

ing stupid." He turned around, walked out, and slammed th