Eddie is too scared to try anything.

"Dang babe," he growls, and pulls his hands away quickly. He seems to have remembered something. Something that scares him so much that he immediately stops touching you anywhere but your hands.

Eddie pushes you towards the entrance to the store, and then through it. You can't do much more than stumble along, trying desperately to keep your balance, and to keep up with the pace he has set. Eddie guides you along the corridors of the mall, towards the nearest entrance. Outside, you see a group of about twenty people, and you note with a little bit of fear that they all seem to be men. You correct that statement after a few seconds, when you spot two women among the group.

It is the view of the women that scares you the most. Both of them are handcuffed, but they are not being touched by any of the men. They seem afraid, but not of the men around them. They look off into the distance, as if scanning for a cloud on the horizon.

Eddie marches you through the entrance to the mall, towards the men. You note that many of them are armed, and they appear to all be large and rough looking. One or two look up at Eddie's approach, and there is a roar of approval as they note your presence.

Not one of them touches you as you are roughly shoved into line with the other two women. There are catcalls and way too many eyes staring at your body. However, you note that no one touches you anywhere except your arms.

"I found one!" Eddie crows with delight to the other men, who start to congratulate him. His rather unattactive face splits into a grin, as he is clapped on the back by the rest of the men.

"Hey Lou!" Eddie finally shouts to a man wearing a policeman's cap after a few minutes of recieving adulations. "I found a bitch! Means I can go to the brothel tonight, right?"

The man he addressed pushes his hat back on his head. He nods, smiling broadly. "Hell ya, Eddie. Your pick, no charge."

Eddie smiles again, ignoring you now. He seems preoccupied with the other men. You sigh, trying to figure out what is happening. You don't like the sound of the word "brothel". Looking at the two other women, you realize that they are sizing you up. There is a faint hope in their eyes, which is immediately dashed when they see the handcuffs on your wrists.