Please tell me, where are we going?” she pleaded. Suddenly she felt a pain in her head and everything went black. “You will find out when we get there. Why are you doing this?” Lola sobbed. “Did you enjoy yourself Lola?” he asked as he ran his hand up her sticky thigh. A warehouse. Lola walked around the car and got into the passenger seat, placing her bag at her feet and rubbed her hands together putting them up to the heaters. ‘She was tied to a pummel horse; feet bound to the legs, draped over the tops and her arms bound to the other side of the legs. He let go of her hair with one hand and slapped her across the face with the back of his other hand. “I told you to shut the fuck up, you little whore!” he spat at her and striking her across the other cheek with the back of his hand as he walked away.
