sal ganuth

Marc had been in the wrong part of town at the wrong time. When a group of men asked him directions, he was distracted, pulled his phone out…
Before he knew what was happening, he’d been bundled into the back of a van, brought to this place, had his feet put in the stocks and hands manacled. Then his clothes ripped and cut off him.
“What the fuck! What do you want from me? Please. Take everything, just don’t hurt me.”
Marc saw the phones pointed at him. His face flushed bright red.
‘OMG, what have I got myself into?’