Then came the sharp sting of a chemical stench. Before I could react, my limbs went limp and darkness swallowed me whole.
When I woke up, I found myself tied up inside what looked like an abandoned factory.
Panic surged in my chest.
The noise caught the attention of a group of men lounging in the distance. They looked up from their game of cards and slowly approached, their eyes glinting with sick amusement.
I swallowed hard and forced myself to yell hoarsely, “I paid off my debts! Who sent you? If it’s money you want, let me go! I can get you more! However, if you hurt me, you’ll get nothing!”
They didn’t respond. One of them casually picked up a baseball bat and tapped it against his palm, his gaze fixed on my legs.
"People say she used to be a model," he sneered. "Shame if something happened to her legs, huh? Wonder how she’d strut the runway then.”
Realizing what they intended to do, horror and rage twisted in my heart. "Who sent you?" I snapped, my voice shaking.
“That’s not your concern,” another one smirked. “After tonight, you’ll be lucky if you can even walk, let alone talk. Before we wreck those pretty legs, we’re going to have a little fun.”