A man dressed in a clean, crisp, cheap suit ripped off her blindfold. The room was bright, almost blindingly so. The same six men who attacked her were standing before her dressed nearly the same. Except one. He was odd. Different. A little taller than the rest, with dark circles under his eyes, brooding. But that wasn’t the strangest thing about him. He was different.

Two things made him stand out, his watch and his shoes. The watch was a Rolex Cellini Time, which could easily pull close to fourteen grand in money. The shoes were less extravagant, simple timberland boots that were about three hundred dollars. Nonetheless he was different. His stare at her was continuous and unwavering.

The same man that took off her blindfold was pulling off his jacket and rolling up his sleeves, revealing his tattooed arms. He crouched down so he was face to face to her. “Well, well... now… what do we have here…?” With three of the six men looking her over, one of the other guys snickered in agreement.

They always do this, she thought. When will I be looked at like a human being…? What is that guy in the back about...? What’s his angle…? He was a fascinating puzzle.

“Well darling, we are going to take very… very… good care of you…” he said running his fingers up her arm.

Her face twisted into a grimace at his touch. “Fuck you” she whispered.

The guy in the back was now tense, which was odd. She couldn’t help but focus all of her attention on him, and seeing all of his attention focused on her. It wasn’t until a few seconds after her daring move that she knew she made a big mistake.