A lone car drove down an empty road. It had ben hours since Christy had seen another soul. No cars, lights, or even a stray dog. The planned road trip to her aunt's home wasn't going nearly as well as she had anticipated. At home, Google Maps had said it was a three hour drive. Six hours later, here she was in the middle of a deserted industrial complex. With her phone dead and no other way to contact anyone, she looked desperately for help.
Miraculously, she could see the light pouring out a factory window at the end of a nearby street. Christy turned down the dead-end road and stopped in front of the warehouse door. Chills ran down her spine as she looked up at the building, in the middle of nowhere with only a couple cars on the street. Yet, she had no other choice than to go in for help, unless she'd like to spend a few more hours wondering. With the car turned off, Christy grabbed her purse and stepped out of the car. As she walked, she pulled down the tight red dress, fixing the edges. With her knocks on the door being unanswered, she slowly opened it and peeked inside. "Hello?" Christy called out, hearing machines running in the background. There was no way they would hear her timid voice over the booming machinery. She had to go in.
The young woman walked across the shop floor, sticking out like a sore thumb. In a dirty shop like this, you'd never expect to see someone in a formal dress, long curled red hair, and a pair of heels. It wasn't long before she found herself in the back of the facility, faced with a group of men all working on loading and unloading a massive hopper. A crane moved overhead as an operator picked up bundles of scrap metal and dropped them into a large, glowing pot of molten material. "Excuse me," Christy spoke up. Their heads all turned in unison. A look of confusion came over all their faces as they saw the girl, clearly someone who doesn't belong here. Nervously, she crossed her arms and looked down at the ground, "Excuse me, could you guys give me some directions?" The men glanced back and forth at one another, an evil grin coming across their face.
A chubby, balding man took the first step forward, wrapping his arm around the uncomfortable woman and bringing her into the middle of the work area. The men began to circle in around her, closing the gaps. In one's hand was a bundle of rope. Before Christy had any chance to react, several men took hold of her weak body. She struggled and kicked, but all in vain. While a couple men held down her legs, tying her ankles together, another team worked to hold her hands in front and tie them tight. Her hair flailed around as she looked for help, screaming to be let go. The men ignored her pleas, bringing the crane overhead and looping the wrist ties over and above her head. They stepped back and watched her shake her body, a high heel falling off in the process. One man picked it up, holding it in front of her. "Just like Cinderella, eh? Except you won't be finding Prince Charming anytime soon."
Christy began to beg, offering anything she could to try and be let go. Money, jewelry, her car keys, and anything else to be let go. All the offers fell on deaf ears as several men began to unzip their pants. Another man walked up to Christy, holding a knife in his hand. She feared this was the end, but Christy wasn't so lucky. Instead, he dragged the knife through the front of the dress and threw it away, followed by the panties. Her cheeks went bright red, embarrassed for be strung up naked for all the men to see. Of all the places she chose to look for directions, she ended up here. What luck she had.
She had little time to think before she was attacked, one man stood behind and wrapped his arms around her, while another grabbed her waist and kissed her lips. His slobber dripped off her lips, leaving a taste of chewing tobacco and stale beer in her mouth. She spit back in his face, only to be met with a strong slap across the face. The men roared, cheering him on. If Christy were to fight back further, she would certainly lose. But, she couldn't go down without a fight. With more screaming, she to get some compassion, but instead ended up with an oil soaked rag shoved into her mouth. "It's too high for us to use anyways," one man commented.
