When Elena came to, she realized she was in some kind of warehouse.
"Hey, Elena, you're awake? Feeling hungry? I made you some shrimp. Come on, have a bite—you used to love this," Gabriel said as he picked up a piece, gently blew on it to cool it down, then brought it close to her lips.
Elena tried moving her limbs, quickly realizing she was tied to a bed. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Eat. It's good. If you're not into shrimp anymore, we can switch it up next time."
She turned her face away, ignoring him completely.
"Alright then, since you're not hungry, let's switch to a little show."
With a lazy wave of his hand, two burly foreign men dragged a woman out like she was just a broken doll. Her clothes were torn. Blood marked some of the rips, and the whole person loo
