Elena’s POV

I wake up zip-tied to a bed in a room that smells like expensive cologne.

My wrists are raw. The plastic digs into my skin every time I pull and I've been pulling since I opened my eyes.

The last thing I remember is the parking lot outside the club and hands grabbing me from behind. Then a bag over my head and a voice saying we got her and then nothing.

I scream, pull at the ties until my wrists bleed. I kick the sheets of the bed. The room is large and dark and the sheets are satin. The door suddenly opens and my captor steps...