The drive was long and rough.
The van moved fast through empty roads, the sound of tires echoing against the night.
Elena sat between two armed men, her hands tied, eyes wide.
Sofia was beside her, silent, trembling.
No one spoke. The air inside the van felt heavy.
After nearly an hour, the van stopped.
The doors opened with a metallic creak.
Cold air rushed in.
The men stepped out first, scanning the area, then pulled the women out.
They were taken into an old building — an abandoned factory with broken windows and cracked walls.
The place smelled of dust and oil.
Faint moonlight came through the holes in the ceiling.
One of the men pushed open a heavy metal door.
Inside was a large room with nothing but two chairs and chains hanging from the wall.
“Put them there,” said the
