"Splash......"

A torrent of cold water was poured over Isabella's face, startling her and causing her to gasp as she opened her eyes.

"Ahh..." she groaned in pain, reaching to rub the back of her head where she had been struck, only to discover her hands were bound. As she struggled to sit up, she realized her legs and arms were tightly bound with rope. She looked around and found herself on the grimy floor of a dimly lit room.

"Gosh, what a dirty floor..." Isabella muttered, wrinkling her nose in revulsion as she lifted her head to see two masked figures standing before her.

She couldn't suppress a chuckle...