Harsh Treatment

I wait, my breath deep and ragged in my throat once the hand released me. I remain on all fours, watching and waiting as they put their outfits back together.

The guard speaks up then, speaking roughly, in a deep, gravelly voice “We should check her for any audio equipment. If the boss found out we even risked letting a mole in, he’d have our hides. I heard the man behind me grunt in response, and swiftly he roughly grabs my purse from my hands, and I see the mic tumble onto the ground, rolling down the path several feet away, into the darkness, and into an open window of their place.

He pauses around in it several times, finding only loose change, a few knick-knacks, and the like. I wait, catching my breath as he opens up each side compartment, digging around everywhere for some sort of spy equipment. I hear him rip the bag, looking for a hidden compartment. Evidentially satisfied, he puts it under his left arm.

He hauls up, grabbing me around my upper arm, forcing me to stand up. My legs wobble briefly, but I manage to catch myself. He grabs my hands, pulling my arms behind me forcefully, and I soon hear handcuffs being cinched down around my writs.

The guard goes back to standing crisply at the door, though he watches as I'm shoved forcefully forward, almost toppling me over, before I manage to take a step, then another toward the back entrance. He shoves me forward again, and as I enter the back door, I hear him say "You're going to love it there, whore. Stress has its way of making a guy want it all the more." I look his way and see one side of his lips creep upward, an evil half-grin quite visible on his face.

I lose sight of his face, as a blindfold is put over my eyes, blocking my sight as I'm shoved inside. As I enter, I ponder his words. I'm naked, handcuffed, and blindfolded. I have no idea what's in store for me, though unless the welcome is the only surprise, it’s not going to be a walk in the park. I moan as I hear my heels stepping across wooden flooring. It may be rough, not to mention a bit harsh, but maybe pleasant, I remind myself as I'm taken deeper inside the building.