Sabrina's POVFreezing water hit my face, shocking the air from my lungs.Coughing violently, I opened my eyes to a ceiling of rusted corrugated tin. The stench of motor oil and decaying wood filled the damp air.Coarse nylon ropes burned the skin off my wrists, securing my arms above my head. The cold iron of a bed frame dug into my spine. Shivering, I looked down. A ridiculous scrap of black lace and white ruffles barely covered my chest.Someone had stripped away my work clothes and forced me into a grotesque maid costume.Footsteps echoed across the concrete floor. A figure stepped out of the shadows. Bare-chested and wearing worn denim jeans, the man carried a barbed leather whip in his right hand.A black leather mask obscured his features, leaving only the dark, manic gleam of his eyes visible in the dim light.He reached up and ripped the mask away.Alex offered a twisted, chilling smile. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out a folded stack of papers and threw them onto
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