Pulled from the car, I stumble at the stranger’s side, as we make our way through the alley. His hand is at my ass, not my back, guiding me with fingers that shove me forward and probe me privately every time we make a turn. At some moment, we pass through a doorway going into the interior of a building. I imagine a deserted factory similar to the abandoned basement. Moving deeper into what feels like a vast empty space, he jerks my leash, and though the collar is smooth at its edges, it feels as though it will cut right through my skin. I feel so bound and alone in the darkness. Deeper, and the air is stale. Something rancid catches my attention and I wince instinctively. I’m afraid to move forward, suddenly finding the vast walls have closed in on me and I’m walking through some n
