I couldn't see out the windows, and my sense of direction was abysmal. I lost count of how many turns we took after the third left turn. I swear to all that was unholy, they were doing that just to fuck with me. And it was working.
Suddenly, I felt the car begin to slow down. I glanced around and sniffed, hoping to at least catch a scent to give me some sort of clue. Nothing.
Fuck.
The door opened and one of the assholes that had snatched me off the street grabbed me. Yanking me out of the car, he gave me one of the most ugly smiles I had ever seen.
"Come on, bitch." He said in a gruff voice, "Mr. Norton is waiting for you."
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