Ariel thrashed between the two men, her heels scraping the cracked tile outside the motel as they dragged her toward the black car waiting by the curb.

Her voice was hoarse now, raw from screaming, pleading and cursing.

No one at the motel stopped to help, no one even looked twice at her.

It was that kind of place that no one really cares about anyone.

The back door was already open. They shoved her inside, her body hitting the leather seat with a thud.

She lunged for the other side, but before she could even touch the handle, one of the men slid in beside her, blocking her path....