Ryan knocked on my door at seven o'clock. He looked nice in a light blue button-up shirt and jeans. His hair was fairer than I remembered, and the colour of the shirt enhanced his eyes. Adam's face flashed across my mind. I shoved the image away.

"Wow, beautiful," he said as he looked me up and down.

I had gone gypsy, wearing a full skirt that came to my calves, peasant top, hooped earrings and hair band.

"Thanks, you look pretty good yourself."

He walked me down the stairs. As we crossed the car park, I froze.

Ryan frowned at me. "What?"

"Is that your car?" I pointed to the sleek black Commodore Ute.

"Yes, why, you don't like it?" he said with a worried expression on his face.

I swallowed. "It's not that. The guy I went out with drove a car the same sometimes."

"Oh...sorry." He cocked his head, shrugged and grinned. "On the bright side, he had good taste in cars."

Ryan had a great knack for making me laugh. I shook my head. "I'm sorry. These cars are common. It just shocked me."

"I think fate is playing games with us." He put his hand on my back and opened the door.

He drove us onto the West Gate Freeway and headed towards the city.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

Ryan murmured, "I know this little place near South Wharf."

What I knew of South Wharf ran through my head. The area was industrial warehouses that had become a yuppie area. People were turning the warehouses into houses.

I said, "Really? Is it a restaurant?"

"You'll like it." He laughed again and added, "I promise."

An uneasy feeling ran through me. He turned off the freeway into a deserted, dark industrial area.

I panicked. "Where are you taking me?"

"Hey, honey. Don't panic." His voice changed from light and airy to smooth and sinister. "There's someone who wants to meet you."

A surge of nausea gripped my stomach. I was in trouble and cursed myself for being such an idiot. "Don't call me honey!" I snapped. "Stop the car and let me out!"

He laughed again.

I tried to open the door, but he must have had it on child lock. "Let me out!" I screamed. "You can't do this to me!"

"Yeah, I can," he said as he lifted his lip in a sneer.

I rummaged in my bag for my mobile. He attempted to grab it. I undid my seat belt and hit him. "Who are you?" I yelled. "Let me go!"

He screeched the car to a stop in the middle of the road. The force flung me forward. I hit my head on the dashboard. My phone flew out of my hand and onto the floor.

Ryan took hold of my hair and slammed me back onto the seat. "Bitch! You hit me again and I'll break your fucking neck."

I slapped him and tried to kick him.

He backhanded me across the face. "Sit there and shut up! You hear me!"

The blow stunned me. I curled up on the seat and faced away from him, not knowing what to do or what he would do to me. I used my foot to grope for my phone.

He growled and punched me in the thigh. "Sit still or I'll hurt you!"

Pain crippled me. "Please let me go. I won't tell anyone."

He laughed and drove on.

I racked my brain searching for something I could do to save myself.

The car stopped in a dark alley in front of a large warehouse. He walked around the front of the vehicle.

I grabbed my phone and scrambled to get over the console to the driver's side.

Ryan opened my door, reached in, grabbed my hair and jerked me backwards. "Get out!" He dragged me from the car.

I dropped my phone as he steered me to the side door of the warehouse and banged on it. I struggled, but his grip tightened to a point where it made me bend in pain.

Stan from the train opened the door. The instant I saw him, I understood this had something to do with Adam.

Stan's jaw dropped. He frowned and cocked his head. "What's all this then?"

"Brock wanted me to bring this bitch here. Adam's been doing her," Ryan said.

"That prick," Stan growled. "I hit on her on the train. The prude rejected me." Stan sneered, jerked me towards him and said, "How about that fuck now?"

I slapped him. He shook me hard and laughed saying, "I bet you're a wild bitch in bed."

The warehouse was full of boxes, motorbikes and dismantled cars. I fought with all my strength as Stan dragged me across the floor. Ryan took hold of my other arm. They carried me into a back room and then threw me on the floor in front of a group of men.

I whimpered and hugged myself when I saw the man from the police station. Brock.

He sat on a chair, grinning at me. "You did good, Ryan. I didn't know you had it in you." Brock squatted in front of me and squeezed my chin. "Hello, Jasmine Baker," he said with a big grin.

I grabbed his wrist and yanked my head back, but he clung tighter. "Adam and I share things. Did you know that? What's his is mine."

I sucked in a breath. "I don't know him," I gasped. "I don't know any Adam." Panic crushed my chest so tightly that I couldn't breathe.

"Oh yes, you do, sweetheart." He looked at Stan. "Have you seen her with Adam?"

Stan nodded. "Not with, but she was on the same train when we were dealing." He laughed as he continued, "He did tell me he was doing a new girl, but this girl." He screwed up his face and said, "She's a prude. Not Adam's normal type." Stan sniggered again. "I tried it on her, but she wouldn't have a bar of me."

My heart pounded. Why hadn't Stan mentioned seeing me in Werribee?

"I wouldn't have a bar of you either, you smelly bastard." Brock laughed and looked back at me. "Adam will be here soon. I'm going to fuck you right in front of him. Then I might let my mate Stan have a go at you too, so you know what you missed out on by turning him down."

I struggled and kicked. "Let me go!"

He laughed and shoved me onto the floor. "Tie her hands behind her back and put her in the corner."

Stan and Ryan lifted me. I fought with every ounce of strength I had. It didn't help. The rest of the men laughed when I caught Stan in the balls and Ryan on the shin.

I huddled in the corner, breathing hard. My face and skull throbbed where they'd hit me and dragged me by my hair. With my hands tied behind me, I couldn't bring my torn shirt together to hide my bra.

These men were going to rape me. I closed my eyes and prayed for a miracle, then focused on the group. Seven men stood around the table as if they were in a meeting. Josie, the woman Adam had said wanted to be introduced to Brock, stood with them. She glanced at me and then looked away. I was sure I saw pity on her face. I said, "Please help me."

Brock smirked. "Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll help you soon. I'm looking forward to it. We all are, aren't we fellas?"

They laughed, but I kept my eyes on Josie.

Brock followed my gaze and indicated for her to go to him. He made her lean against him, put his arm around her and touched her vagina. "Ah, you want Josie to help you, sweet? She'll lick your cunny when we've finished with you."

As he said this, Josie meowed and slithered her tongue in and out of her mouth.

I turned my face to the wall, refusing to let them see me cry.

They laughed at me as the door opened. "Ah...just the man we've been waiting for."

Jasmine has found herself in deep shit!!  I'm so scared for her.

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