“Where we going?” I asked.
“I have to take care of something,” he responded.
After the elevator opened, we went down a long corridor and stopped at a solid steel door. He pulled a key from his pocket and opened it. The room was totally empty except for a chain that hung down from the ceiling. Immediately I knew this wasn’t going to be good.
“Get undressed,” he demanded.
Slowly I removed the women’s garments that he had made me wear. At that point the drugs he put in me had vanished, and I felt a little ridiculous to say the least.
Marcus pulled a set of handcuffs from his pocket and tightened them around my wrists. He had me stand up on an old brown milk crate while he fastened the cuffs to the chain above my head. Suddenly he kicked the crate from beneath my feet, leaving me hanging
