Sucking Salvation

This story begins with our protagonist in hinged handcuffs binding her wrists together, causing both palms to face outwards. There are two men on either side wearing what bears resemblance to armed-forces tactical uniforms in spite of being police officers.

Each of them is pressing down on her shoulders with a single hand to the young woman on her knees, stun batons in the other hand. Her struggles are making them notably eager to test those weapons out.

It is later on in the day as noted by the orange hue emitting from the sunlight. The current location being what appears to be the top floor of an abandoned warehouse sporting fragile concrete floors with trash and dust gathering about. Walls and pillars of equal filth holding what little structure exists is accompanied by stained glass windows, barred with debris to conceal everyone’s presence.

Before the woman stands a bald, hulking brute of a man donning his pinstripe suit. He has a skull headed walking cane in hand. The sight of her squirming evokes a slight smile upon his face as he steps forward. His height coincidentally brings his crotch near her face, causing the woman to divert her gaze with gritting teeth.

The man sings her name “Lucia”, while he kneels down to cup her chin, simultaneously forcing eye contact. "My dear Lucia..." He repeats, with heated breath that reeks of rum, cigarette smoke and barbecue chicken in her face. She grimaced in disgust.

“I presume you thought you were actually doing something by infiltrating my establishment” he comments with both brows raised while caressing the woman’s hair. “If you wanted to see me, then all you had to do was ask" of course his tone then becomes stern "What is your business here?”