In the damp, shadowy expanse of an abandoned factory, Autumn was tied to a chair, her face drained of color.She hadn’t eaten all night; her stomach churned and she felt bile rise, each dry heave leaving a bitter taste in her mouth.The air reeked of mold and rot, and with her chronic stomach condition, the nausea hit her even harder.“So you’re awake,” a fat thug said as he swaggered over, several burly men trailing behind him.They stared at Autumn with crude hunger; some of them even licked their lips.One of them rubbed his hands together and leered at the ringleader, “Where’d you find such a beauty, Joe? With skin like that, she’s going to be a lot of fun.”“We haven’t had a woman in ages. Time to get some fresh meat,” another sneered.They’d seen all kinds of women on the streets, but Autumn was a rare kind of beauty, so in their twisted minds, she was a prize to be abused.Another man edged forward, already fumbling with his belt. “Pretty thing, you’re gorgeous. Daddy’s gonna ta
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