Someone finds Neve in the alleyway

“There you are!” A burly man in a sleeveless shirt put his hand on Neve´s shoulder. “We thought you chickened out! Ready to go back in?” He pointed at the door behind him.

“Eep!?” Was all Neve could say, unsure of what the hell was going on.

“Sure this is the girl?” asked a more slender, professionally dressed man.

“Sure, why else would she be looking like that?” The burly man smiled. “You accidentally went through the back, right? We really ought to put a sign on the exit.”

Hmm, maybe this man could help cut Neve´s ropes and lend her some clothes. Yes! Neve dared to hope. “S-sure! Lead the way.”

The man led Neve to a metallic backdoor and opened it for her. Neve took a couple of hops inside. “Oh, before I forget. I think your gag fell off. Let me put a new one.”

“Gag? Hmph!” A big red ball was tied around Neve´s mouth, preventing her from speaking. “Wht t hhk?!”

The door closed, the lights turned on. Neve was in a very romantically decorated bedroom. Her feet were stepping on a plush carpet, and petals showed the way to a pink bed. It all seemed almost too pleasant, but Neve couldn’t relax.

Beside the bed, there were two women. Both were tall, with sculpted faces, and they looked very pissed off in a smug way. One of them was holding an expensive camera. She pressed a button, and light shot off, immortalizing Neve´s haggard look.

Neve winced and shuffled back, twisting over herself and shrinking as much as possible. The heels of the two women clacked as they walked next to Neve, towering over her. The difference could not be starker.

“Not so fun when your scheme backfires, does it?” the blonde said.

“Here´s the thing,” continued the redhead. “Betty´s going to get back with Reggie, and you will just have to accept that. Try anything else, and we´ll leak all the pictures online. Un-ders-tand?”

What the hell were they talking about? In any case, Neve wanted no more trouble, so she timidly nodded her head.

“Veronica, do you think she learned her lesson?”

“Not really, Jenny.”

“Then how about we make sure she remembers it for a long time?” The two girls exchanged cruel smirks. “…Pass me the whip.”

“Th Whp? Nh!” With a smile that would put the Chesire cat to shame, the blonde pulled a riding crop out of her purse and passed it to her friend. Neve was cornered, backed into the wall. Even if there was space to run, she could not go far. The redheaded raised her arm, Neve closer her eyes, and-