Mr thug life moved his hand so that he had hold of the collar at the back of my neck, dragging me toward the building and through the door. Inside was a collection of men all armed with a variety of guns that sneered at me as I was marched toward the centre of the large warehouse. To my right was a beat up blue van, one of the men indicated with his chin to a door to our far left silently before I was once again being dragged along by the Gorilla with the gun.
Pushing through the door I found us in a second warehouse that was stacked floor to ceiling with pallets of shrink wrapped boxed goods.
We wove through the stacks My eyes searching every corner with the hope of finding her, my princess.
After a few minutes we burst through an alleyway into a clear area where the douche from the
