Eighty-three

Ellie struggled in fear as some sketchy men dragged her into a black van from her boutique. She fought the heavily bodied men with all her strength only to be suppressed and carried away into the sketchy part of town and into an abandoned warehouse.

The insides of the warehouse were dark and dusty with rusted and old factory materials stored haphazardly within the poorly maintained building which had leakages almost at every turn.

Its smell was pretty much toxic from the smoking of the thugs camped in the abandoned space alongside the unkept state it'd been left in.

Ellie was tied on a wooden chair, her hands were behind her back in restraint and each of her feet was tied up with the legs of the chair. She looked up in horror, her hair matted on her face as a result of her tears mixed with sweat from the amount of struggle she'd previously engaged in.

"Let me go!" She screeched with a crazy look, struggling furiously with the restraints which had been so expertly tied by the thugs bef