The underground market

Max smiled at the leader. "I'll do whatever you want, to all of you, if you like. There's no need for ****. You've got my full attention. What is it you want me to do?" Her voice was sweet and innocent, yet seductive.

"That's good to hear"he smiled back. He produced a hood from his leather jacket, and put it over Max's head. Then his two friends hooked Max's arms on each side, and escorted her deeper into the wooded area of the park.

Max could see absolutely nothing, but she could hear the rustling of the trees and the crunching of the ground beneath their feet. Then they stopped. She heard keys jingling, then heard a lock click open. She then heard the sound of a door swinging open. "Relax, love" the voice of the thug leader said. "We're heading underground, so watch your step."

The two supported Max until they were back on level ground. Then Max heard the door slam shut behind them, and lock with a deafening finality. Next, her hood came off, and she saw right where they were: The storm sewers that ran through the park. Only these weren't dark and creepy, but well lit and dry.

"So you brought me to the sewers? Is this some kind of a weird fetish?" Her body tingled with excitement and fear.

"No, Max" the leader said matter of factly. "This passage leads to the underground **** market. We're selling your ass to the highest bidder. You're beautiful and slutty enough to fetch a very high price."

Max panicked. "But... but you can't do this to me!"

The leader laughed. "We can, and we will.