The ride to the abandoned warehouse was more than a little uncomfortable.
The effects of the taser began wearing off, but I was still sore from being thrown into the van and from the cuffs restricting the flow of blood to my hands. I didn’t know where I was going, but I knew that I was in serious trouble.
The van stopped after what seemed like half an hour. My captors pulled me out and led me blindly into an enclosed room inside the building. I was tied to a chair before the blindfold and gag were finally removed.
“What am I doing here?” I asked.
The leader, the largest of the three men, clenched his teeth in rage.
“Shut up!” he bellowed at me. “I’m the one who asks the questions here.”