Make a break for it

There was no way Leanne was waiting to see what was going to happen. Before the guy could expose her she leapt from her hiding place and sprinted for the door. However before she could reach it one of the old women swung the iron ladle, connecting with Leanne's head in a sickening thud. As she stumbled against the wall Leanne looked back to see another of the old crones pouring some powder into her hand. With a heavy breath she blew the contents into Leanne's face. Causing the girl to blink heavily before everything went black and she lost consciousness.

When Leanne came round she tried to remember what had happened. Her throbbing headache was a reminder of getting hit by the ladle and a panic set in as she recalled the three old ladies. However, they were nowhere in sight. In fact, Leanne didn't even know where she was.

She looked around but didn't recognise her surroundings. It didn't look like one of the residents' bedrooms. The walls were plain and there was barely anything in the large open space. She was lying on a long wooden table with her arms and legs bound by thick leather straps like those she'd seen on the young man in the room. And now she too was completely naked. As she observed her surroundings, trying to think of a way out, she realised she wasn't alone.

Also tied up on the table was an old man Leanne estimated to be in his 80s or possibly older. Maybe he could tell her what happened or even help her escape.