He's not done yet...

For a moment, your mind panics. You are completely naked and hundreds of feet from your car with a very tattered dress that could hardly cover one nipple. The man backs off of you, leaving you free to stand up.

You wrap the shredded pieces of your dress around you and start for the street.

"Where do you think you're going?" His voices souds from behind you. A second later you feel him grab your hair roughly and pull you deeper into the alleyway.

Metal clanks behind you before he pulls you inside a dark building. dragging you, step by step, by your hair.

"Where are we going? I don't want to be in here!" You yell at him, clutching at his hands and your hair. "Don't pull so hard!"

He chuckles for a few seconds before tossing you down. You expect to hit the hard floor, but instead bounce on a soft mattress. While you lie there stunned, he jumps on top of you and grabs one wrist, cuffing it to a pipe coming out of the wall. He does the same with your other wrist.

In the dark, you watch his shadowy figure get up from the bed and walk across the room. For a moment you think you see other figures.

You aren't surprised when he flicks on the lights, revealing two other men and a snarling pitbull.