They take her deep into Steelhead turf.

“She can handle it…”

The words danced through her mind. The last thing she had heard before darkness over took her was first thing she remembered as she slowly came too.

She was somewhere warm, laying on something soft; she could hear someone breathing, someone standing just across where she lay. She stayed still and silent not wanting to alert the presence that she was awake.

“My boys were worried I had killed you, but I knew better,” a hushed voice said from across the room.

Max groaned, no longer needing to hide the fact she was awake. She rolled to her side and moved her hands. They felt heavy, weak, but to her surprise she was unrestrained. They had removed her bindings and the hood but had kept her unclothed.

She was lying on a bed. A thick wool blanket pooled around her hips, leaving her upper body naked and exposed. She pulled the blanket up over her breasts to cover herself as she glared at the Boss who sat relaxed in a chair at the foot of the bed.

"Where are we?" Max asked softly and looked around the room. It was bare bones, a single queen-sized bed that she had been placed on, and a rickety old chair the Boss was sitting on. A single light mounted in the middle of the ceiling kept the room well illuminated.

Behind the Boss was a flimsy, wooden door with no lock on it, to her right there was a window. From what she could make from the view they were on the second floor of a building.

The Boss stood and Max attention quickly turned to him. He gave her a lingering look before he went to the window and opened it, leaning his head out slightly.

"Depends on you," The Boss replied turning his attention back to her. "Five blocks in every direction is mine. This is my home. For you though? Maybe it's where you'll spend the rest of your life or maybe it's just a rest stop and you'll be on your way tomorrow."

"There's a ledge leading to a garage, would be less than a eight foot drop when all said and done. You're clothes are in a trash bin next to the garage. You won't need them while you’re here." His eyes drifted up and down her body, and Max pulled the blanket tighter around herself. "But if you were to get out, I doubt you would want to be running around this neighborhood naked as the day you were born." He looked back out the window, "I doubt my men would even notice if you managed to escape."

Max eyes narrowed, "Why are you giving me a way out?"

"You've always had a way out. I just want to know why you are the way you are. Then you can leave, then this can be over."

"And if I tell you I don't know?"

He sighed. "Then we will be spending a lot of time together. My boys call me Brick. The English prick you met earlier is Liam, and the man with the metal spikes in his head that you were so generously sucking off likes to be called Spike," he shrugged. "Original I know. They're both downstairs with eleven more of my men getting drunk and high, waiting for their turn with you."

Brick stepped forward his hand closing into a fist, "Have you even been with that many men, Max?" he spat her name out as if it supposed to hurt her. His calm demeanor was fading "Because they'll be many more once word gets around."

"And how will a gang bang help me know something I don't know?"

"It probably won't, but it will be fun. You do know what we Steelheads do with pretty little girls like you?"

Max knew well enough. He would use her till he bored of her, then she would be passed down to ranks until they threw her onto the streets to earn them money.

"You know what will happen to you if you don't start talking. So you can tell me your secret, or," Brick added, "You could escape out this window," he glanced backwards towards the now open window. "if you can get past me."

Max smirked, "That's it? I've kicked your ass twice already!"

"You have enough tranq in your system to kill a horse, I like my chances,"