As I walked towards 13, Leicester Street I saw a very old house which bricks once may have been red, but time and the smoke of local factories must have turned it deep black decades ago. I shuddered, as I realized that the street lamp was out of order and the only light source nearby was a broken neon sign above the entrance. It showed in flickering lights the letters G-R- I couldn't really see the third, fourth and fifth letter, due to the bad condition of the light B-O- Another letter I couldn't see well O-M-T-A-V- - . Combined: GR BO OMTAV . Whatever that might have meant, the place was guarded by two members of the Rebels MC, a local Motorcycle Club, who wore the typical Jackets of Prospects and by the pile of cigarettes at their feet, they must have been standing here for quite a while.
I knew it was probably a horrible idea, but as I started freezing in the cold winter air, I pulled my guts together and approached the bouncers. Number one, a long and lanky guy who seemed a little too slim to be a bouncer noticed me first. "Hello sirs, I don't know if this is the right place, but I have an appointment at 13, Leicester Street." Nr.1 started giggling before he answered: "You wanna blow my cock? Just say how much it'll cost me...although you look too well dressed for a hooker." He was about to reach for something inside his leather jacket when Nr.2 intervened:" Stop it Jim, this is not the time...remember we have orders." He unlocked his phone to check something I couldn't see, then whispered to Jim:" That's the one, see?"Jim’s eyes went wide as he first looked at the mobile, then at me again. Nr.2 continued talking, this time towards me: "Sorry Miss V. The boss awaits you. Would you please follow Jim here?"
I didn't feel comfortable at all when I took the first step of the stairs leading to the entrance of the tavern. On the last step Jim suddenly stopped, causing me to nearly bump into him. He rotated 180 degrees to face me and nodded towards me. Suddenly my arms were grabbed and pulled behind my back, while Jim pushed his hand on my mouth, silencing my attempted scream to a mere "nnghhhnngh". An instant later I could feel metal around my wrists, followed by a loud click. Jim used his other hand to secure me in place now as I tried as good as I could while wearing high heels to kick the bouncers. I wasn't very successful as I could barely balance myself on the stairs. Next my vision went dark as a black piece of cloth was pushed over my eyes and secured behind my head. Blindfolded and handcuffed I knew that coming here in the first place was a very bad idea. I never felt that helpless before in my life. As Jim finally removed his hand a stinking wet piece of cloth was pushed over my mouth and nose instead. Before all went black I could hear Nr.2 say: "Sorry Miss. Standard procedure. You cannot be cautious enough these days."
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