"You can use our phone"

“I asked if you were looking for help, you know, use the phone,” a large black man with shaven head repeats the question.

“Yes, please,” she answers hurridly.

“Right this way sweet thing,” he smiles at her and opens the door to the private room off of the bar.

“All we got is a pay phone, but it’s in the back against the wall over there,” he points it out to her.

“That will be fine,” the blonde walks slowly over to the phone. She picks up the phone and after digging in her purse drops in the two quarters. She gets no dial tone and tries again.

The big black man watches her with a grin on his face. She finally gives up and puts the phone down.

“The phone doesn’t work,” she looks dejected.

“Oh,” he smiles, “did I forget to mention that.”

Coming out of her confusion, the newly married wife realizes she might have made a mistake coming in here after all.

“I should maybe get back to the car, I’m sure help is on the way.”

“I wouldn’t do that,” he smiles at her.

Just then two more large black men enter from the door he is standing in front of. They are blocking her way out.

“It’s not safe out there, you should stay here with us.”

The blonde stops in the middle of the room, not sure what to do.