Janet had absolutely no idea what time of the day it was. With her hands tied behind her back and a blindfold on, it made things pretty hard to read her watch - if the bastards hadn’t taken that too. Once again, she listened carefully for any evidence of her whereabouts and cursed when she heard nothing but the soft rumbling of traffic.
I must be in a warehouse, she thought, going by the musky smell of her surroundings.
Presently, she heard a car pull up outside the premises followed by the slamming of two doors. She froze when two males began talking. The door of the warehouse screeched open.
‘Time to have some fun,’ one of them cried gleefully.
‘Aw, look at the little one,’ the second one taunted. ‘Having fun there, sweetheart?’
Janet could something on his breath - alcohol. Great
